Xuanxia

Chapter 789: Contradictions are meant to be intensified
"Courteous sword?"

Master Baihe and Lan Xiyu said in unison, in surprise and doubt.

But after just a blink of an eye, Master Baihe started to laugh: "It's indeed a good idea, then... I will go and try it."

After saying this, she turned her wrist and broke free from Lan Xiyu, then took a step back and walked straight towards the sword rack where the ceremonial sword was.

Upon seeing this, King Xishuo's pupils narrowed and his hand gripping the ring tightened even more.

"Do not……"

Lan Xiyu spoke subconsciously.

But she only said "no", and Master Baihe turned his head and sneered, "Why, Junior Sister Lan, are you even interested in the sword of courtesy? How about I give this one to you and let me try the sword of wisdom?"

Lan Xiyu stretched her hand in the air and slowly clenched it.

Master Baihe sneered and ignored her. He walked leisurely to the ceremonial sword and slowly turned his wrist, as if he was preparing before testing the sword.

Offstage, Zhao Xia quickly walked back to King Xishuo's side.

"uncle."

She leaned closer and whispered, "The Twelve Earthly Branches didn't find anything unusual...but Jingming from the True Immortal Palace and Yuyuexian from the Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain are gone."

King Xishuo didn't look at her, but stared directly at Master Baihe on the stage.

"Fu Qingzhou is reenacting the drama of the Changqing Escort Agency."

He frowned and whispered, "Baihe is conspiring with him to put on a show... a boring trick, just to trick me into taking action and make me show off in front of the world."

Zhao Xia's eyebrows jumped: "Then?"

"hehe."

King Xishuo smiled and looked at Master Baihe on the stage. At this moment, she was muttering something to the ritual sword, but no one knew what she was saying.

"Let Mr. Jiang come out..."

He was halfway through his words when he suddenly saw Master Baihe shaking his head.

"Forget it." She suddenly swung her sleeves and said, "I am the master of a temple. If I take this sword, I will have to go to Mingjian Pavilion and be controlled by the court. It is too worthless. I won't play this game anymore."

As she spoke, she smiled at Lan Xiyu, Fu Qingzhou and the others and said, "I'm sorry for causing a little trouble - let's not try this sword."

what?
Not trying anymore?
Lan Xiyu's body stiffened slightly - she was not in a hurry to test the Sword of Wisdom, but kept looking at Bai He nervously, but she didn't expect... Master Bai He, don't want to try it anymore?
Countless people in the audience all shouted “Ah?”

No, you guys just had such a fuss, you were just a little bit away from a fight, and now you don’t want to try?
play?

Not only them, King Xishuo also stopped talking in the middle of his words.

He was stunned, and a rare "confused" expression appeared on his face.

"Uncle?" Zhao Xia asked softly, "Would you like to ask Mr. Jiang for help?"

"Ah."

King Xishuo quickly calmed down. He smiled grimly and said, "In that case, don't worry. But this show won't be very interesting."

As he spoke, he shook his sleeves and said, "Give the order, everyone get ready. After Xiyu obtains the Sword of Wisdom, I will go on stage to get the Sword of Ceremony. When I obtain the Sword of Ceremony, we will start the action."

Zhao Xia's eyes lit up, he nodded his head and then quickly left.

At this time, Lan Xiyu on the stage finally reached out to the Sword of Wisdom.

As she stretched out her hand, she was also whispering something like Yuan Zizhen, but she was covered by a black veil and no one could see her lips moving.

Only Fu Qingzhou heard it clearly... She was also trying to persuade Zhijian.

Of course, compared with Yuan Zizheng, what she said was much more straightforward. She talked about how knowledgeable Qianfang Baixiao Tower was and how it used its sophisticated intelligence analysis capabilities to help Dayan Jiangshan. She also said that apart from her, the owner of Qianfang Baixiao Tower, no one was more suitable for Zhijian.

So, without any surprise at all, she just held the sword.

But this time, the eyes of the gangsters below the stage were no longer full of admiration, worship and cheering.

They looked at Lan Xiyu with complicated expressions as he raised the sword of wisdom high up and felt the same slight tremor of heaven and earth as before. However, everyone's eyes were filled with some indescribable emotion.

Lan Xiyu did not allow Master Baihe to test the sword.

As the owner of Qianfang Baixiao Tower, she rushed onto the stage without any reason or mercy and grabbed Master Baihe's hand.

She seemed very sure that if Baihe tried the sword, it would not be her turn. In other words, she seemed very sure...if she tried, Baihe would have no chance.

And the facts also proved that she did raise the sword of wisdom easily.

Is there something going on here?

Ah no.

It should be said that there must be something wrong here! But what is it?

Could it be that... there is some way to get the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way with certainty?

Behind the scenes?

Everyone looked at Lan Xiyu on the stage with complicated expressions, and some people were secretly observing Fu Qingzhou's expression, but no matter whether it was Lan Xiyu, whose face was covered by a black veil, or Fu Qingzhou, who seemed to have a smile welded on his face, there was no sign of anything unusual.

Below the stage, King Xishuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there were some complications, at least the Sword of Benevolence and the Sword of Wisdom were still in our hands.

In fact, he had already guessed what Fu Qingzhou was preparing and planning, but...

unimportant.

In the face of absolute power, nothing matters.

"Hahahaha, great joy, great joy!"

Fu Qingzhou laughed on the stage and said, "The Sword of Benevolence just recognized its master, but I didn't expect that Master Lan would obtain the Sword of Wisdom! The two divine swords have already recognized their masters, so the Sword of Etiquette will probably not be far behind!"

"Congratulations to Master Lan, congratulations to Master Lan!"

He clapped his hands, and some people in the audience followed suit.

Compared with Yuan Zizhen's previous treatment, Lan Xiyu is obviously not as popular now, and many people look at her with suspicion.

Including... one of her direct disciples.

"Ugh."

Zhao Hao sighed: "I didn't expect that Master would also..."

"I didn't expect that." Zhao Yuan sneered: "If she had a bad relationship with your father, would your father send you to be her apprentice?"

Zhao Hao curled his lips helplessly.

"Okay, stop sighing, it's your turn."

Zhao Yuan smiled and said, "Hurry up, now!"

"Now?" Zhao Hao was surprised.

"What?" Zhao Yuan narrowed his eyes: "You don't want to know the truth?"

Zhao Hao gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"

On the other side, King Xishuo watched Lan Xiyu walk off the stage gracefully. He also let out a long sigh, straightened the hem of his clothes, took a step forward, and prepared to walk towards the stage.

But at this moment, a long whistle accompanied by the sound of wind sounded!

"Fu Qingzhou! Let me try this ceremonial sword!"

King Xishuo's pupils condensed and he suddenly raised his head.

I saw a slightly plump figure flying by like a big bird. He tore off and threw away the clothes of the Mingjian Pavilion secret envoy in mid-air, revealing the gorgeous silk clothes underneath. This figure was the son that King Xishuo was very familiar with.

In a blink of an eye, Zhao Hao landed lightly on the platform.

"Master, this is Zhao Hao."

He knew his father was in the audience, but he did not turn his head to look. Instead, he clasped his fists in front of the crowd, calmed himself, and showed his signature dandy smile that had not been seen for a long time: "Prince Xishuo - I want to try the ceremonial sword!"

Below the stage, King Xishuo's face darkened.

His face had never looked so ugly.

(End of this chapter)