Xuanxia

Chapter 784 Xuanmeng Ceremony (Part )

Under the puzzled gazes of countless people in the audience, three military leaders from the Northern Frontier Army walked onto the stage, each carrying a large sword stand.

Ji Yisong, Chen Yanwu, and Ye Sisi stood in front of Fu Qingzhou and put down the big sword rack steadily.

"Everyone, perhaps you don't quite understand what the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way are."

Fu Qingzhou nodded to the three people and slowly walked to the first sword rack.

He reached out and gently stroked the sword rack, saying leisurely: "When Dayan was first established, due to the vast territory and difficult governance, there would be major unrest every few years. Although our Great Yan Saint Ancestor was full of martial virtues and had countless famous generals under his command, it was ultimately difficult to take care of everything... Over the past ten years, countless civilians have lost their families and lives due to the unrest, and neighboring countries are eyeing them covetously. The mountains and rivers of Dayan have been shattered, which is heartbreaking."

These were what Ning Baimei had said before when he introduced the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way. At that time, this sword appraiser had said that the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way were treasures that could protect the country and were extremely important.

At this moment, he actually said this in front of countless people!
"What is he doing?" In the audience, Ning Wuwang frowned: "This is just nonsense!"

Beside him, Ning Wushu also frowned.

Of course she knew that Fu Qingzhou was going to give away the three swords of Benevolence, Courtesy and Wisdom at the Xuanmeng Ceremony, but she didn't expect that it would be in such an arrogant way?

"Let's wait and see." Ning Wushu said softly, "In fact, Mingjian Pavilion has never said that the people of the world should not know about the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way. It's just that these magic swords are too important. If outsiders know about them, it will inevitably cause trouble and disaster. Therefore, it is imperceptible that everyone else should not know about them."

Ning Wuwang was obviously unhappy, and his usually gentle face turned cold: "But the fact that he acted on behalf of his father and selected the sword master is the real secret."

Ning Wushu pursed his lips and said nothing more.

At the same time, Fu Qingzhou on the stage didn't care what others thought.

He just kept smiling, stroking the sword rack, and continued under the gazes of countless people in the audience: "So, the Holy Ancestor personally joined hands with eight of his good generals and wise ministers to travel all over the country, using supreme magical powers to seize the destiny of the country. It took more than 20 years, and in the later years of the Holy Ancestor...he finally forged the Eight Kingly Swords."

"These eight swords are named Benevolence, Righteousness, Courtesy, Wisdom, Virtue, Virtue, Military, and Punishment. Each sword represents the destiny of a region. When held by eight good generals and ministers with corresponding virtues, all eight swords can be used to suppress chaos."

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was in an uproar!

A magic sword forged with supreme supernatural powers and the destiny of the country!

Can it contain the destiny of the country and suppress all chaos? !

How powerful is this magic weapon?
No, this is not a magic weapon at all, it is a real immortal weapon, a divine weapon!

Fu Qingzhou raised his head and smiled at the crowd below the stage, "With these eight swords, the Holy Ancestor finally suppressed all the troubles inside and outside Dayan. With the eight sword bearers guarding the country, there is no more unrest. From then on, Dayan has been peaceful and tranquil, with singing and dancing."

"Of course, the Holy Ancestor has foresight and knows that sword bearers will grow old and die, and their descendants may not possess the virtue and ability to wield swords, so..."

He smiled slightly: "Yes, it is Mingjian Pavilion."

Having said that, it is actually very clear.

Everyone understood it too - Mingjian Pavilion, Mingjian Pavilion, it turned out that it was established just to select a sword master for the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way!

In an instant, the eyes of countless martial artists in the audience all lit up!
In terms of realm and strength, they are of course far inferior to those strong people in the Cave Heaven Realm or even the Xuanxing Realm.

In terms of power and reputation, they cannot possibly compare to those big sects and big forces.

But what if I become a sword master?

Looking at Fu Qingzhou's behavior, it is clear that he wants to choose a sword master for the Eight Swordsmen!
Could it be that the leader of the Xuan Alliance... is going to come out from the Sword Master?

Who knows, maybe you are that virtuous person, that destined person?

The countless pairs of bright eyes in the audience were almost brighter than the morning sun at this moment.

But...some people are very unhappy.

On the other side of the platform, Yuan Zizheng's brows were furrowed like an iron lock.

Behind him, a pretty young woman stepped forward and asked softly, "Father, what does this mean? Didn't Master Fu already agree to let me try the sword of benevolence?"

Yuan Zizhen looked solemn and shook his head: "Don't worry, let's wait and see."

"What if... he changes his mind?" his daughter asked with pursed lips.

Yuan Zizhen shook his head again: "No hurry, no hurry... No hurry for now."

Not far from the platform, in a small building, King Xishuo was standing at the window, his eyes looking directly at Fu Qingzhou across a distance of dozens of feet, his eyes a little cold.

"uncle."

Behind him, Zhao Xia looked worried: "Things don't seem to be going as expected."

"He has already guessed our identities, so he will not easily hand over the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way. This king has already anticipated all of this."

King Xishuo's tone was still calm and steady: "Now it seems that the so-called gift of the sword was just a lure for us to come here."

Zhao Xia was shocked: "What does he want to do?"

"It doesn't matter what he wants to do." King Xishuo closed his eyes gently: "Pass the order down, wait for my signal, and be ready to kill Fu Qingzhou at any time." In the shadows somewhere, Lan Xiyu, dressed in a black dress, gently pushed aside the black veil under her hat, revealing her frosty eyes.

She also looked at Fu Qingzhou who was on the high platform in the distance.

But soon, her gaze turned to the small building not far away and fixed on King Xishuo.

As if sensing something, King Xishuo opened his eyes and looked towards the inconspicuous shadow. His eyes met Lan Xiyu's, and then he nodded slightly.

Lan Xiyu understood, put down the black veil, and retreated into the shadows again.

Jiang Baichuan in the crowd looked more and more serious.

He also looked at King Xishuo, but he only saw King Xishuo turn around and leave, disappearing through the small window.

Zhao Xia was the only one left at the window. He looked over here vaguely and made several complex and continuous gestures with his hands.

Jiang Baichuan sneered, shook his head, and turned his gaze back to the platform.

"Now, five of the eight swords of the kingly way have been returned to the master."

On the stage, Fu Qingzhou was still talking with a smile: "As for who the sword master is, I won't tell you for now. It's not that important to you."

"And the remaining three swords that have not yet chosen a master..."

He shook the metal bracelet on his left wrist, and in an instant, a long sword appeared out of thin air in front of him, and landed steadily on the sword rack amid the exclamations of countless people!

The sword body has a warm jade color, the hilt is round, and the tip of the blade is not sharp, making it look like a ceremonial jade sword.

"This is the sword of benevolence."

Fu Qingzhou said leisurely: "Only those with a heart as kind as jade can obtain it."

As he spoke, without waiting for the countless martial artists below to react, he strode to the second sword rack, waved his hand, and the second sword appeared!

The sword is slender and elegant, and the patterns on it are intricate and exquisite, like a Confucian scholar dressed in formal attire.

"This is a ceremonial sword."

Fu Qingzhou glanced at everyone present and said with a smile: "You can't get it without respecting the heavens, the earth and all the people."

The eyes of the people in the audience became brighter and brighter.

Similarly, the third sword was soon displayed.

There is nothing special about the shape of this sword, but it is deep blue in color, and there seems to be twinkling stars on it, like the Milky Way in the dark night or the boundless deep ocean.

"This is the sword of wisdom."

Fu Qingzhou turned to the crowd and introduced: "Only those who are extremely intelligent and close to being a demon can obtain it."

Three swords, three divine swords.

They were placed in front of countless people.

The sunlight was like golden threads, falling on the platform. Under the illumination of the rising sun, the three magic swords looked like holy objects in a dream, emitting a dazzling light.

The people in the audience stared at the three swords silently, with curiosity, awe and desire flashing in their eyes. Their breathing seemed to slow down at this moment, for fear that the slightest movement would break this sacred tranquility.

They... were also waiting for Fu Qingzhou to say the most crucial and important words!

Fu Qingzhou did not disappoint them.

"It is just as you all guessed."

He smiled and said, "Anyone who comes here today can go on stage to test their swords - whoever can become the master of these three swords will be the candidate for the leader of the Xuan League."

This sentence was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves. The people in the audience were suddenly excited, and the desire, excitement and expectation that had been suppressed completely erupted at this moment!
"Haha, this position of leader must be mine! I will definitely become the sword master!"

"The ritual sword is the most suitable for me. I have been familiar with poetry and books since I was young, and I know the way of etiquette very well. It seems that the position of the leader of the Xuan League must belong to me..."

"I have a wealth of experience and wisdom throughout my life. This sword of wisdom should be used by me. If I become the leader of the alliance, I will be able to bring the evildoers to justice!"

For a moment, a huge wave of noise arose, intertwined with the murmurs of countless people.

Their faces were flushed with excitement. Some of them were whispering to each other, discussing the possibility of becoming the Sword Master; some were praying silently, hoping that the God of Luck would favor them; and some had already begun to imagine themselves becoming the leader of the alliance and being able to call the shots in the world.

The entire square was filled with noise, shouts, and laughter. Everyone was immersed in the eager anticipation of the position of Sword Master and the throne of Alliance Leader, as if that was a glory that was already within reach.

At this time, they saw Fu Qingzhou blinking: "I wonder, who is willing to come up and try first?"

(End of this chapter)