I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 294 One-year appointment

"Oh no, oh no, Wushuang City is attacking Xueyue City!"

At noon that day, a large group of people from Chu Zhao were having lunch when Lei Wujie rushed in howling.

Following behind him was Xiao Se, who had his hands in his sleeves, looking depressed and helpless.

Lei Wujie's shout instantly attracted the attention of everyone present, causing him to freeze on the spot and force a smile.

"Wow, so many people."

Xiao Se sighed and thought that he must be crazy, otherwise why would he accompany this little bastard to embarrass himself.

Li Hanyi stood up and walked forward to hit his brother.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"No, sister, it's true. The Lord of Wushuang City and that Wushuang have all come to Xueyue City."

"Song Yan is back?" Li Hanyi was slightly stunned: "Didn't he leave? Why is he back again?"

"Yeah, that's him. He brought at least seventy or eighty people with him."

Li Hanyi glanced at his brother again and found that there was something wrong with his brain. He sighed helplessly: "Open your eyes and look at the people in this room. How dare Song Yanhui bring seventy or eighty people to attack Xueyue City?
What's going on in your head?" After saying that, Li Hanyi knocked on Lei Wujie's head again.

"That's right."

Seeing Lei Wujie's innocent smile, everyone present couldn't help laughing.

Baili Dongjun smiled and said, "It seems that Wushuang City is most likely coming to congratulate you out of respect for Brother Chu."

He remembered that after Song Yanhui left two days ago, Chu Zhao followed him and obviously talked about something with Song Yanhui.

Sikong Changfeng took over the conversation: "This is normal. After all, the kid from Wushuang City has received a great favor from Brother Chu before. The sword of creation is not something that everyone can see."

Zhao Yuzhen also smiled and nodded: "So, it should be so. I didn't expect that Wushuang City would also come to congratulate."

"He was congratulating Wangcheng Mountain, which has little to do with our Xueyue City." Baili Dongjun waved his hand: "But guests are welcome, Changfeng, go and receive him."

Sikong Changfeng responded with a smile.

Zhao Yuzhen stood up and said, "I'll go and take a look too. If they really came because of Han Yi and me, it wouldn't be impolite."

Outside Xiaguan City.

Wushuang looked at the tall walls of Xueyue City and blocked the beams of light with his hands: "Master, this Xueyue City looks more magnificent than our Xueyue City."

Although he followed Song Yan back to Xueyue City, he did not go through the main gate. It was the first time he saw the majesty of Xueyue City.

Song Yanhui glared at him unhappily: "What? Are you disgusted with me?"

Wushuang shook his head: "I was just talking casually. I heard from my senior brother that there are three sword immortals in Xueyue City. Even if I become a sword immortal, there is only one in Wushuang City. How about you get married and marry a sword immortal back to Wushuang City?"

Song Yanhui suddenly felt that he must have committed a terrible sin in his previous life, otherwise why would he accept such an evil disciple.

Lu Yuzhai on the side sighed and patted Wushuang lightly on the head.

"What are you thinking about? Among the five great sword immortals in the world today, only the Snow Moon Sword Immortal is a woman.

Who do you want Master to marry?

Is it the Lone Sword Immortal or the Angry Sword Immortal?"

Wushuang was startled: "Why can't it be a Taoist sword immortal, or a Confucian sword immortal?"

"The Taoist Sword Immortal and the Snow Moon Sword Immortal are getting married soon, and the Confucian Sword Immortal got married a long time ago, and their children are older than you."

"Oh, I see." Wushuang suddenly understood.

Song Yanhui's face turned dark. He was now certain that he must have poked a hole in the sky in his previous life.

Otherwise, why would I accept these two bastards as my apprentices.

Lu Yuzhai, the eldest disciple, insisted on practicing spear even though his master practiced sword.

What else is there to say? Since Sikong Changfeng can be the only gun immortal in the world, he can be the second gun immortal in the world.

In this regard, Song Yanhui still admired his apprentice's ambition.

It really seems that all the spear power in the world is monopolized by Sikong Changfeng. His disciple has practiced for so many years, but he is just so-so. He is still a hundred miles away from becoming a spear immortal.

His little disciple is really capable and can now draw out eleven flying swords. It is no exaggeration to say that he will definitely be the top student among the young people.

But, my brain just doesn't work very well.

While Wushuang and Lu Yuzhai were talking, Sikong Changfeng and Zhao Yuzhen had already arrived at the city gate with Lei Wujie, Xiao Se, Tang Lian and others.

The people from Wushuang City didn't seem to have any intention of entering the city. They just formed a battle formation from a distance and stood outside the city gate.

As the saying goes, it is better to lose the battle than the fight. Everyone in the martial arts world knows that their Wushuang City is as famous as Xueyue City.
Even though we are not strong now, we cannot weaken the prestige of Wushuang City.

"City Lord Song has come from afar. Our Snow Moon City is truly honored. We are sorry for not welcoming you from afar. We are sorry for not welcoming you from afar."

Seeing Sikong Changfeng coming out to greet him with his hands clasped and a smile on his face, Song Yanhui didn't put on airs anymore. He got off his horse and also went over to greet him. They clasped their hands in greeting and finally stopped when they were three body lengths away from Sikong Changfeng.

"Third City Lord, you are so polite. I came here to congratulate the Taoist Sword Immortal of Wangcheng Mountain and the Snow Moon Sword Immortal on their great joy. Wushuang City has prepared some small gifts." Song Yanhui said, and then bowed to Zhao Yuzhen and said, "Song Yanhui greets the Taoist Sword Immortal."

It was obvious that Song Yanhui did come here because of Wangcheng Mountain.

Zhao Yuzhen smiled gently and thanked him solemnly: "Thank you, City Lord Song!"

Song Yanhui threw Sikong Changfeng aside and ignored him. He chatted warmly with Zhao Yuzhen for a few words, and his words were full of gratitude to Chu Zhao.

"City Lord Song is too polite. Junior Master is in the city. Since City Lord Song is here, why not go in and have a drink."

Song Yanhui hesitated for a moment, but finally refused.

There is another person in this city whom I don’t know how to face. If we meet, it will only bring me sorrow.

"I will definitely go to Wangcheng Mountain to ask for a cup of tea if I have the chance. I hope that Daojianxian will not be disgusted by our nagging. I have some things to help with today, so I will not go into the city. I will say goodbye..."

Before he could say the word "farewell", Song Yanhui widened his eyes, looked at his favorite little disciple, and ran to Zhao Yuzhen excitedly.

"You are Daojianxian, Senior Chu's nephew?"

Zhao Yuzhen naturally knew Wushuang. Chu Zhao had mentioned him several times, and he had also heard Li Hanyi and Sikong Changfeng mention him.

He smiled and nodded: "If the Senior Chu you are talking about is the Emperor of Chu, then I am indeed his nephew."

Wushuang bowed with a smile: "Senior Chu's sword is the most powerful sword I have ever seen."

After saying this, Wushuang turned slightly and saw Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo, as well as Xiao Se and Tang Lian who were dragged over to watch the fun.

Wushuang instantly became excited: "It's you, Lei Wujie, Tang Lian."

Lei Wujie, he remembered.

It was really because Lei Wujie left such a deep impression on him.

This was the first time he had seen someone who dared to use his body to catch his flying sword. He was loyal and righteous, and had great talent, so Wushuang remembered him.

As for Tang Lian, it was because Wushuang remembered that he had a jade sword and that the sword had Chu Zhao's sword intent on it, and she was also deeply impressed.

As for Sikong Qianluo and Xiao Se…who are they?

do not remember!
do not know!
Lei Wujie and his companions were discovered, and they couldn't pretend not to see it, so they pushed and shoved each other to come in front of Wushuang.

"Wushuang, long time no see."

"Well, Lei Wujie, long time no see. I heard from my master that you will become a sword immortal within three years. I can now draw eleven flying swords, so I will definitely become a sword immortal before you."

Lei Wujie was a little confused. Why did he say that he was going to compete with him to see who could become a Sword Immortal faster? Although he also had this idea and had been practicing very hard recently, he was not even at the Free and Easy Heaven Realm now, so it seemed that it would take a long time for him to become a Sword Immortal.

However, when he saw that everyone was looking at him, Lei Wujie couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.

who am I?
My father is General Lei Mengsha, the Great Beili, one of the Four Heroes of the Lei Clan; my mother is Li Xinyue, the successor of Jianxin Tomb; my sister is Li Hanyi, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal; my brother-in-law is the Taoist Sword Immortal who travels through the mysterious realm; and there is another elder who is the best person in the world.

Now that Wushuang has said so much, how can he show weakness?
"Even if you can pull out the unparalleled thirteen swords, I, Lei Wujie, can still defeat you."

Wushuang was even happier after hearing this: "Okay, one year. After one year, I will come to you to ask for the sword. By then, I will also become a sword immortal."

a year?
So fast?

Lei Wujie choked, then said solemnly: "Okay, one year is one year. If you can become a sword immortal within a year, I can definitely become one too."

In this way, the two made a one-year agreement.

Then, Song Yanhui took Wushuang away.

Xiao Se patted Lei Wujie's shoulder, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed.

Tang Lian also patted Lei Wujie on the shoulder, and in the end said nothing, just nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Sikong Qianluo felt that he should take over, so he patted Lei Wujie on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Good boy, you are ambitious and have not embarrassed your master and sister. I am optimistic about you."

Sikong Changfeng didn't pat him on the shoulder, but patted him on the head: "Your master is the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, your future brother-in-law is the Taoist Sword Immortal, and Brother Chu will teach you martial arts. You have good aptitude, so you may succeed within a year. Don't be discouraged, hold your head high and keep your head up.

Well, you have some of your father's style now. If your mother knew you were so successful, she would definitely be very pleased."

Zhao Yuzhen nodded: "Well, your sister will also be very pleased. I will tell him about this."

After saying this, Zhao Yuzhen left.

Sikong Changfeng led the disciples who accompanied him and took back the gifts sent by Wushuang City.

Lei Wujie sat at the city gate, supporting himself with his hands behind his back.

"Are you worried about something? Your bold words just now are really shocking."

Hearing the voice, Lei Wujie jumped up as if there was a spring under his butt, and was a little at a loss.

"Xu, Miss Xu, what is this?"

"I went to look for some medicine and just came back."

There was a constant flow of people coming and going, and carriages and horses at the city gate.

Xu Lingxuan seemed to be in a good mood, humming a tune that Lei Wujie had never heard before.

Although he didn't know what the song was, Lei Wujie found it very pleasant to the ears.

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it seemed like only a moment had passed.

"Mr. Lei, let's go."

"Oh, oh, okay, okay, let's go, by the way, Miss Xu, tomorrow is the Hundred Flowers Festival, will you attend?"

Xu Lingxuan nodded and slowly walked towards the city.

Lei Wujie hurriedly followed.

Snow Moon City, Hundred Flowers Festival.

As we all know, Xueyue City was originally named Dachanghe. It was just an ordinary small town in the south. Because of its beautiful scenery and pleasant weather all year round, it attracted several masters to stay here. Later, it was renamed Xueyue City.

Among these masters, there was a woman who liked to plant flowers. She once grew a unique white rose with purple lace on the edge. She was called Purple Meiji. The others stayed for the scenery of snow and moon, but she stayed for the fragrance that filled the whole city in April.

This woman founded the Hundred Flowers Festival, and from then on every April the Hundred Flowers Festival became the biggest event of the year in Xueyue City. Those conceited and romantic disciples from aristocratic families would gather in Wuyuxuan on this day to enjoy the flowers and taste wine, and even the mayor of Xueyue City would attend in person.

The next day, in the Cangshan Courtyard.

Xiao Se looked at Lei Wujie with a depressed look on his face as he saw that he had changed three or four sets of clothes. What he couldn't accept was that Lei Wujie's clothes were all the same color and style, so what difference did it make whether he changed them or not?

"Xiao Se, what do you think of me wearing this? Does it look good on me?"

Xiao Se already felt like beating someone up: "I'll give you one last chance. If you're still unsure, I'll go tell that girl that you want to go on a date with another girl."

When Lei Wujie heard this, he instantly became anxious.

"Don't talk nonsense, I've changed, this is it!"

"Why are you two so hesitant? Are you ready? The Hundred Flowers Festival is about to begin."

Sikong Qianluo walked in with some impatience.

Lei Wujie's eyes lit up, while Xiao Se's gaze froze.

Today, Sikong Qianluo changed out of her usual tight clothes and put on a colorful dress suitable for a little girl. She looked really delicate and adorable.

"Wow, Senior Sister, you look so beautiful today."

Lei Wujie walked around her and exclaimed in admiration.

Sikong Qianluo raised his bangs with his hand and said with some complacency: "Why, I am not beautiful on weekdays?"

"No, no, no, Senior Sister is beautiful on weekdays, but she is even more beautiful today."

Sikong Qianluo glanced at the slightly dazed Xiao Se from the corner of his eye, and felt secretly delighted.

After hearing what Lei Wujie said, she patted Lei Wujie on the shoulder and said, "You are quite good at talking, why do you stutter when you see Senior Sister Xu?

Senior Sister Xu is a very nice person, don't be afraid, she's just a little indifferent.

But don't worry, Senior Sister will help you."

At this moment, Xiao Se came back to his senses, habitually put his hands in his sleeves, and curled his lips.

"Okay, you just said that time is running out, why don't you leave?"

Sikong Qianluo glared at him with some dissatisfaction, and asked with a smile: "How am I today?"

Xiao Se looked at the spirited girl, coughed lightly, and lowered his voice: "Not bad, it would be better if she was calmer."

After hearing this, Sikong Qianluo first smiled, then snorted, stepped on Xiao Se, and then jumped away.

Xiao Se jumped on the spot holding his feet, looking extremely angry.

"Sure enough, this is her true nature. It's bad, really bad."

Lei Wujie, who was eating candy on the side, sighed in a pretentious manner when he heard this.

"Third Junior Brother, it turns out you are also good at talking."

Before he could finish his words, Lei Wujie was hit on the head.

"How many times have I told you not to call me Junior Brother!"

"Oh, then I'll go tell Third Master that you don't want to be his disciple, but want to be his son-in-law."

Xiao Se felt panic for no reason: "Lei Wujie, stop talking nonsense, who likes that woman?"

"Whether you like it or not, you know it yourself. I'm going to go find Miss Xu first."

Lei Wujie smiled as bright as the spring breeze and went straight to Luo Mansion at the foot of the mountain.

"Like it?"

Xiao Se muttered to himself, finally shook his head, and followed Lei Wujie down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)