Chapter 204 Agreement
Today is the busiest day in Jiangning, even the temple fair in the first month of the lunar year is slightly inferior.
Today is the day when the newly promoted Sixth Master of Baima Academy challenges the heroes of the Southeast.
Dozens of sects in the southeast carefully selected seven first-rate young heroes of the fourth level to guard the Wangjiang Tower. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Princess Fu, Duke Yue and other important figures were present in person. Even the immortal master of the Wangjiang Tower brought a group of disciples to set up a mirror flower and water moon formation. As long as you are within ten miles of the Wangjiang Tower, you can clearly see the image of the competition.
The river was already crowded with passenger ships, leaving only half of the waterway for cargo ships entering and leaving Jiangning. The chief official of the Jiangning government, who temporarily served as the prefect, also mobilized all the yamen runners in Jiangning and even transferred people from surrounding towns to maintain order.
All 30,000 soldiers in the Jiangning camp were on high alert to prevent any unexpected events.
This welcoming banquet can be regarded as the biggest event for Southeast monks in more than ten years. After all, the gentlemen of the academy had never come to Southeast to make a name for themselves before, and those who came to make a name for themselves, how could their fame compare to that of the academy?
If Zhao Yushu didn't come today, the reputation of being cowardly would not only affect him, but the entire Baima Academy would not be able to hold its head up in the southeast or even the entire Tang Dynasty. Even if the old madman came and flattened the Wangjiang Tower, it would be useless.
Zhao Yushu had to come.
But he can't come unless he wants to die.
The prince stood at the railing on the top floor, looking at the endless sea of heads below, and his gaze passed Jiang Ning and looked towards the Taoist temple.
Zhao Yushu, whether you come or not, you're going to die.
A horse-drawn carriage was moving slowly along the street.
If the carriage continued to move forward, it would soon be blocked by the crowd and unable to move forward even a single step, but the white horse still did not stop.
The crowd parted, like a sword stabbing forward.
The horse snorted proudly and continued to move slowly. There was no coachman and no one could see inside the carriage, but everyone recognized the flag hanging on the carriage.
White Horse Academy.
In the restaurants on both sides of the street, the noise suddenly stopped, and the crowd stared blankly at the carriage moving slowly forward and slowly disappearing around the corner.
"Inside the car is Mr. Liu?"
"That should be it. My hair stands on end."
"Such a strong killing intent."
"Yeah, you felt it too?"
The owner of Wangjiang Tower sat on a chair with his eyes closed. His spiritual sense passed over the thousands of people and swept across the carriage. He frowned unconsciously.
"Brother, what's wrong?" an elder asked puzzled.
"Such a despicable method, even I am ashamed of myself."
The elders were puzzled: "Is the academy cheating?"
The owner of the building sneered, "How can we cheat the academy? Remember, no matter what the result is today, all disciples of Wangjiang Building will be in seclusion for three years and must not have any contact with the secular world. If you don't want to, leave Wangjiang Building on your own, don't stop me."
Several elders were shocked. How could three years of seclusion be a small matter? Monks also need to make a living. The money and materials of the powerful in the world will not be given for free. If they all go into seclusion, it will be fine if they eat up all the resources. The three-year gap is enough for other sects to take advantage of it and snatch all the cooperation opportunities between Wangjiang Tower and the powerful.
But when they thought of what the host said last time, several elders looked at each other and said, "We will obey the host's order."
The important guests have arrived.
The prince was still standing at the railing, looking at something unknown. Li Tong's expressionless face had remained the same since he first arrived in Jiangning until now, and it would probably not change in the future. Duke Yue's face was ashen, and he occasionally looked at his son who was standing trembling behind him. There was blame but also a hint of expectation in his eyes, and then he looked across, but with a little more fear.
Wu Ziheng appeared in public for the first time as the representative of Shushan. Beside him were Sun Wuyang and Lin Shan. The three of them looked at Wang Shaolin with murderous intent in their eyes.
The other seats were filled with representatives from major sects in the southeast, and even some sects from the mainland sent people to watch the ceremony.
The owner of Wangjiang Tower got up from his chair and came to the spacious living room with a group of elders. He bowed and said, "Today is a grand event in the southeast. I wish Mr. Liu a great reputation."
Sun Wuyang and Lin Shan hurriedly stood up to return the greeting. Regardless of whether Wangjiang Tower was an enemy or not, the other party's seniority was as high as the old man's. It was more appropriate for a great master to come to such an occasion. The two of them were a little nervous sitting here.
"Seven talented people are ready." An elder stepped forward and said, and the owner of the building nodded: "We are not talented enough to prepare this welcoming banquet for Mr. Liu. Mr. Liu has arrived at the mountain gate. Will it be a literary or physical battle? Will you two decide, or will Mr. Liu make the decision?"
"Junior brother, make your own decision." Sun Wuyang bowed.
In a verbal fight, you should stop when you reach the limit; in a physical fight, the sword is merciless and life and death is at your own risk.
"If you are still restrained when fighting with cultivators, you might as well give up your Snow Mountain Qi Sea and go back to your hometown to farm. Oh no, go back to study."
A representative from a major Guangling sect stood up and said, "Of course we have to fight with force. If Mr. Liu doesn't dare, then we can do it reluctantly. A fight with words is also fine."
He shouted these words with the help of spiritual power, and they spread out through the Mirror Flower and Water Moon Array, immediately causing an uproar in half the city.
"I feel disrespectful to reject your kindness, so let's fight."
The carriage stopped in front of the mountain gate. A tired voice came from the carriage, passed through the mountain gate, rang upstairs, and rang in Jiangning City.
"Hmph, Mr. Liu is very courageous. Please get off the car. I, as a disciple of our sect, will meet Mr. Liu first."
A proud white horse was reflected on the huge water curtain, and a hand stretched out from behind the curtain.
The curtain of the carriage was drawn open, and a hand held the frame. Zhao Yushu, dressed in a white academy robe with a green bamboo embroidered on his chest and holding a long sword in his hand, stepped out of the carriage in the spotlight, walked through the mountain gate, and stepped onto the square.
The whole city was silent, not because of the admiration of Mr. Liu's graceful demeanor, but because of the shock of the bloodstains on his white clothes.
Whose blood is that?
"I would like to ask Senior Brother to lend me a sword."
Wu Ziheng took off his sword without hesitation.
Zhao Yushu smiled faintly: "I still need your help with something, Ayao."
A Yao, who had been hiding by the door, immediately ran over and stood straight in front of Zhao Yushu.
"Here are a few books and some banknotes. When you get to Dongdu, give them to the academy's senior brother Gu Changfeng. When you get wise, go ask him for the books. It's up to you whether you want to practice or not. I believe in you."
A Yao stared blankly at the storage bag in his hand: "Brother Zhao, give it to me yourself."
Zhao Yushu touched his head and said, "If you still haven't figured it out by the time you're sixteen, go get the banknotes, buy yourself some real estate, get married, and live a good life. The banknotes should be divided into four parts. You take one part, your brother Ji Leng takes one part, your sister Zhao Rulan takes one part, and the remaining part is for Xiao Xie's younger brothers and sisters. Did you hear me?"
A Yao burst into tears: "I don't want it! You give it to them yourself! I don't want it!"
"Brother and sister, I'll leave Ayao and the others to you."
Lin Shan hugged A Yao and nodded heavily.
Zhao Yushu sighed, pulled out a folding fan from his waist, looked up at the people in front of him, as if he didn't know who to entrust the task to.
"Give it to me." A voice sounded from behind. Zhao Yushu turned around and saw Wanqing standing outside the door.
"When she comes, I will give it to her on behalf of Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Yushu smiled and handed over the folding fan: "Tell her that I'm going to break the appointment."