Chapter 1657: Flowing Lights

The weather was very good that day, and the warmth spread with the light.

In the residence of the Chu envoys, Zhongli Yan, who was famous for beating a dog in the street, was practicing sword in the yard.

His movements were very slow, so slow that it was completely contrary to his impetuous personality. His feet were rooted in the ground, and he took a full quarter of an hour to lift it diagonally. The heavy Nanyue sword was very light at this time, as if it would be blown away by the wind if it was not held firmly.

All the blood and energy were restrained, and the courtyard was quiet like a dream.

The arrogant and self-centered warrior looked like a person watering flowers at this time.

"Sir." At this time, the soldier of the Shenzui Army walked in, holding a gold-plated post: "Do you want to watch the duel between Lord Dou Zhao and Wu'an Hou of Qi today?"

Zhongli Yan gave the post a disdainful look while practicing sword.

The sergeant had a square head and a broad face, but he was smart. He added carefully: "Lord Dou Zhao left it for you, saying that if you have time, you might as well go and have a look. There are not many places to watch the battle this time. If you carry this with you, you will not be stopped."

"What is he pretending to be!" Zhongli Yan laughed: "There are not many places for the match between me and Jiang Wang. Those who go to observe and learn are all well-known people."

The sergeant did not speak.

Zhongli Yan suddenly asked again: "What did that guy say originally?"

The sergeant said: "This is roughly what I said."

Zhongli Yan said seriously: "I want to hear the original words."

He added: "Don't worry, I won't be angry."

The sergeant looked at him carefully: "It's said that you should open your eyes and learn a few tricks well, so as not to embarrass the State of Chu again."

Zhongli Yan's expression was still very peaceful.

But the floor tiles under his feet have cracks.

"Heh." He sneered, "Tell me the truth. The day before yesterday, I fought with Jiang Wang, and Dou Zhao also secretly watched, right? Otherwise, how could he know the result so early? I tell you, even if he wins today, it's my credit. I dug all the holes for him, do you know that?"

The soldier said, "Master Dou really didn't go. He was practicing sword in the yard."

"He said he would practice sword?"

"He really practiced sword, and many of us watched."

Zhongli Yan looked at him and said, "Then I won't go today either."

Carefully took the post from the soldier's hand, threw it high into the air, and it disappeared in an instant.

He snorted coldly, "What's there to see when chickens fight each other?"

The soldier looked up at the sky where the post disappeared, his eyes full of regret.

You don't want to see it. You can leave it to me. I really want to see it!

"What are you looking at!" Zhongli Yan slapped him on the head: "Okay, okay, get out of here, I'm going to meditate on peerless martial arts in seclusion, and I'll find Jiang Wang to win back the game in a few days. Don't come in and disturb me. That's it for now."

"In a few days?" The sergeant asked blankly.

Zhongli Yan glared: "Is this something you're worried about?"

The sergeant walked away with his head in his arms.

Bang!

The courtyard door closed behind him.

Soon, the glow of the formation appeared, showing General Zhongli's determination to retreat.

As one of the core temples of Eagle City, Minhe Temple covers a very large area. With the main hall Guangwen Yexiwu Hall as the center, it has been expanded over the years. Now there are 28 side halls, corresponding to the stars.

Around each side hall, there are many other buildings.

For example, the area where the Chu State envoys are stationed is around the side hall corresponding to the Jingmu'an constellation.

If you look down from a high altitude, you will see golden light like a tide, precious clouds surging, and a clear pattern.

Of course, no creatures are allowed to fly over the sky of the Supreme King's Court. Only the clouds in the sky can see this magnificent view.

At a certain moment, in the sub-hall area corresponding to the Jingmu'an constellation. A dark shadow suddenly rushed out from the back door of a courtyard. It was extremely fast and light, and disappeared in a few takeoffs and landings.

...

The skylight is like water, shining from one side to the other.

The station where the envoys of Jing State are located is in the sub-hall area corresponding to the Doumu'an constellation.

The architectural style here is different, with several military forts connected together.

At this time, a reclining chair was placed on the high platform of one of the military forts, and a sunshade was set up above the reclining chair. Next to the reclining chair is a wine table, with mist and carved mountains and rivers under the table. There is a pot of fine wine and a few snacks on the table.

Sitting on the reclining chair is Huang Sheli, who is peeling peanuts.

He was complaining indignantly: "Jiang Wangmei is beautiful in appearance, charming in appearance. Dou Zhaomei is beautiful in appearance, as unrestrained as the ocean. I was still hesitating about who to support, but now I am not hesitating anymore!"

There is a small circle of battlements in front of the platform, which could have been used to set up a crossbow cart.

Murong Longqie stood with his hands behind his back in front of the battlements, looking coldly into the distance, as if he was studying how to take down the Supreme King's Court and how to cut off the blood vessels of this great city in the shortest time.

Huang Sheli crossed his legs carelessly, peeling, eating, eating, and cursing.

"Why?" After listening for a while, Murong Longqie suddenly squeezed out a question.

Huang Sheli was used to it, and explained seriously: "Dou Zhao didn't let me make money! I went to talk business with him with good intentions, provided him with a duel venue, helped him find customers, and bargained for prices, but he didn't let me sell tickets! He said that for this duel, he and Jiang Wang could not bring more than three people."

"In other words, only six tickets can be sold?" Murong Longqie asked.

Huang Sheli gulped down half a bowl of wine, feeling very distressed, after all, if he didn't make money, he would lose money: "I can't sell any tickets. These places can only be decided by him and Jiang Wang themselves."

Murong Longji said thoughtfully: "If you don't enter the audience, this is going to be serious."

Huang Sheli clenched his fist fiercely and punched it in the air: "This ignorant guy, let's see how my Jiang Wang beats him!"

Murong Longji frowned and said: "Since you can't make a penny, why are you so worried? The opening cost of Qingya Terrace is not low, and repairing it is even more troublesome."

"Alas." Huang Sheli loosened his fist and said dejectedly: "Who made me want to watch? One of Douzhao's spectator spots will be allocated to me."

Murong Longji said angrily: "Can you have some potential?"

Huang Sheli chuckled, raised a finger and said: "The first rule of life is, don't be angry with a beautiful woman. You will become unhappy."

Murong Longji said with a cold face: "Let's get rid of this mess. Look at the women you raised, how you have spoiled them, they are all lawless."

"Why are you acting like an old scholar, day by day?" Huang Sheli rolled his eyes: "Beauty needs to be irrigated with love. If you don't pamper and love her, how can she bloom?"

Murong Longqie only responded with a cold snort.

"Then tell me, if you were me and Dou Zhao made you unhappy, what would you do?" Huang Sheli started peeling peanuts again.

Three peanuts and a sip of wine make you as happy as a god.

"Let him go first. Wait until they both arrive at the arena, and then suddenly tell them that the arena will not be open today. Maintenance, fasting, etc., just find any excuse that seems very perfunctory." Murong Longqie said His eyes were still cold, but he was a little eager to try.

"Then what?" Huang Relic asked.

"The two of them must be uncomfortable, and then they will provoke me. Then I will beat them both to death - how about that?"

"You're such a genius." Huang Sheli rolled his eyes, pulled up the shirt next to him, put it on his body, and walked away: "I'd rather watch the beauty perform in a big show, I'm too lazy to talk to you. !”

Murong Longqie glanced at the peanut shells on the ground, and then looked into the distance again.

In the distance, the tents stretched like clouds and waves, and a group of priests wearing gorgeous divine robes were passing by.

He couldn't help but frown and said: "When will these prairie people know that we don't like living in military forts?"

The pastoral state allocates different living areas to each country's envoys. In these areas, some local characteristic buildings were also built, which can be considered thoughtful.

But this "heart" is a bit too rough.

There is no danger to defend in the north of Jing Kingdom. The military fortress is a military building that slowly evolved in the history of Jing Kingdom's fight against the demons.

It has low construction cost, high defense and strong toughness, which is fully suitable for the war environment of fighting against demons.

But as a living environment...

When you herders come to the grassland, do we ask you to sleep on horseback?

…

…

The complaints of the Jing people did not affect the progress of the duel.

At this time, there were only a few scattered people sitting in the empty stands of the Blue Tooth Arena of Canglang Arena.

Three on each side, east and west.

This makes one of the guys wearing a cloak and covering his face particularly conspicuous...

Douzhao did not allow Canglang Arena to sell spectator tickets, and limited the number of people brought into the arena to watch the duel to six people. This is of course a kind of attention, but also an attitude - he is not willing to reveal his trump card in this battle!

The promise made outside the capital of Dachu King last year was now fulfilled in the capital of Damu King.

He is serious.

There are no grudges or grudges, and it has nothing to do with the interests of individuals or the country. It's just a pure expectation from one strong person to another strong person.

Jiang Wang was very willing to respond.

The Marquis of Wu'an of Daqi came to the grassland and had not participated in any diplomatic activities for a day. I met a few people on the first day, but I still only know a few people now.

Therefore, the three spectator spots on his side were simply given to Helian Yunyun, and were allocated by the Daimu Princess herself.

No matter what Zhao Rucheng thought, he and Helian had already agreed to this marriage.

At this time, Helian Yunyun was sitting in the middle of the east stand. He was dressed in a rich prairie-style royal crown, bathed in the light, and looked extremely noble.

Sitting next to her is a female nun in black, about thirty years old, mature and beautiful, but with a cold temperament.

Yu Wenduo, who occupied the last spot to watch the game because of Zhao Rucheng, was sitting in the corner of the stand.

Of the three people sitting in the west stand, the most eye-catching one was of course the masked stranger. It was as if no one could recognize him, his posture was stiff and he was sitting there pretending to be calm.

Poor Zhong Liyan, he thought it would be the same as the previous one, with hundreds of people watching at least. He shrank to any position at will, reduced his momentum, and pressed the brim of his cloak. Who could notice him?

I didn't expect that there would be such a big stand, with just six people sitting there.

Don’t you think it’s a waste?

The other people who occasionally looked over looked like they were looking at fools. He ignored them all and just said silently in his heart: "Don't recognize me, don't recognize me, don't recognize me."

The most impressive thing is the yellow relic.

Dama Jindaodi also sat in the middle, looking across the martial arts stage, staring directly at Helian Yunyun opposite, occasionally moving away to look at the beautiful nun next to her.

Helian Yunyun glanced at her, and she smiled brightly at Helian Yunyun.

Helian Yunyun smiled politely back, and she grinned.

After repeating this for several rounds, Helian Yunyun got used to it and left it to her to see.

The last person on the west stand was Jin Gonghao, the eldest son of the world-famous general Jin Tandu, a true blood descendant and a powerful god. He also had a younger brother named Jin Ge. He was the one who was once selected for the Yellow River Meeting but was finally squeezed out by Zhao Rucheng.

The Dou family and the Jin family had some business dealings, so Dou Zhao and Jin Gonghao knew each other. Although they were not very familiar with each other, Jin Gonghao said that Dou Zhao didn't care who to give the spectator spot to.

Jin Gonghao, who was 29 years old this year, was called the "Three Horses of the Qionglu" together with Yuwen Lie of the Yuwen family and Wanyan Du of the Wanyan family. They were all outstanding among the young generation of the grassland and achieved the realm of the god before the age of 30.

However, in the final selection of the Yellow River Meeting in the 3919th year of the Dao calendar, they failed to compete with Cangming.

And Cangming, who was the best in the grassland... failed before he made a single move at the Yellow River Meeting.

It was time, luck, and fate.

The heaviest blow suffered by the Jin family in the past hundred years was not that Jin Gonghao failed to ascend the Guanhe Terrace, nor that Jin Gelin was pulled down before he could ascend the stage, but the disastrous defeat of the Mu Kingdom in this Jingmu battle.

Compared with other true blood families, his Jin family has put pressure on the world's sixth cavalry, the Iron Buddha!

But sitting in this viewing seat today, Jin Gonghao's brows did not show any sadness. There was only confidence, calmness, and strength.

Under the gaze of these six spectators, the arches on both sides of the Qingya Terrace slowly opened, and the two protagonists of today's duel walked into the venue.

One was wearing a red-bottomed and gold-rimmed martial arts uniform, with a reversed sword and a sword, like the sun moving across the sky.

The other was wearing a green shirt and a sword, walking slowly, like a wandering cloud falling to the horizon.

"Huh?"

On the east side of the stand, the black-clothed nun made a somewhat unexpected sound.

"What's wrong?" Helian Yunyun asked in a low voice.

The nun in black smiled thoughtfully: "Some people say Jiang Wang is extremely ugly. I saw him today and I know that the rumor is not credible."

"Beauty and ugliness depend on who you compare him with. Wu'an Hou is not that ugly..." Helian Yunyun said, and took a closer look at Jiang Wang: "But he is indeed better looking than he was at the Yellow River Meeting."

The two of them can become friends. In addition to common interests, they naturally have similar interests, such as appreciation of beauty.

The nun in black smiled and said: "Historical records show that Emperor Huai of Qin has a world-shaking appearance. I heard that your Ying Ziyu is as good as Emperor Huai in the past. When can I meet him?"

Helian Yunyun just smiled and looked at the venue: "Next time for sure."

It was noon, and the sun was high.

On the martial arts stage, two figures, one red and one blue, had already stood face to face.

The distance between them was only ten steps.

There was no emcee today.

There was no extra pair of eyes.

The floating clouds on the horizon, the free sunshine, and even the flow of air.

Everything suddenly stopped.

And in Dou Zhao’s brilliant eyes, there was a hint of red gold...suddenly enlarged!