Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 242: Moon of All Nations
The magnificent ship sailed to the center of the lake. The setting sun, with its warm and lazy charm, dyed the lake water red and then spread onto the ship.

The deck in the center of the ship was vast and covered with a dark red carpet. There were hundreds of small tables on both sides, leaving a spacious stage of about 15 meters in the middle. Civil and military officials had already come and sat in front of the small tables, while envoys from various countries sat at the small tables opposite the officials. There were more than a thousand people alone, including court officials, envoys, palace maids, and imperial guards.

At this moment, the banquet has not officially begun yet, and the emperor has not yet taken his seat. The officials are relatively relaxed, and from time to time they go to the opposite side to chat with familiar foreign envoys. The palace maids are carrying fruit plates and wine, coming and going, talking and laughing.

In addition, there are some famous people in the martial arts world who were invited by the palace. They are mainly elders from the sect who bring their young disciples here. This is because according to convention, these foreign envoys will send people to compete with the young people in the Central Plains martial arts world.

Because of the Wu Kui policy, the conflicts between the Dali court and the martial arts world are not deep. On the contrary, the relationship is quite good. It is not realistic to ask these martial arts sects to obey the emperor's orders and serve as pawns whenever they want. After all, they are different interest groups. But at least the relationship is acceptable on the surface. No matter what the court wants to do, the three sects and six schools will not be so idle as to sing against it openly.

What's more, what do people in the martial arts world want? Most of them want to be famous, and this kind of occasion is a rare opportunity to improve their reputation. In fact, the various sects are secretly competing with each other. Whoever loses today will be laughed at by the martial arts world for a whole year.

However, the so-called three sects and six schools have now become three sects and five schools. Ever since Yangshe Congyun's martial arts champion plaque was confiscated, although the foundation is still there, the martial arts world no longer recognizes Qingliantian as one of the six major sects... Naturally, they did not dare to come to the capital, after all, their disciples had just fought with Zhao Wumian half a month ago.

Directly in front of the stage, there is a horizontal wooden step, a dark red canopy, and a tulle hanging down. Inside the tulle is a wide table with several small tables on both sides of the table. It is the emperor's throne, reserved for the royal family... Unfortunately, the royal family currently only has Luo Chaoyan and the empress dowager.

In recent days, a few officials have written to the emperor, suggesting that Luo Chaoyan find a husband, but they were all rejected by Luo Chaoyan, saying, "The war is not over yet, how can I start a family?"

The emperor had no children. If he was assassinated, Dali would be in chaos again, so security was tight. As Luo Chaoyan's uncle, Xu Ran sat at the small table on the right, closest to the seat, less than ten steps away from Luo Chaoyan.

Chief Constable Su did not board the boat at all. Instead, he led a group of people in a dozen small boats to guard the vicinity of the building ship. Even the lakeshore was blocked, and a group of guards gathered on the shore to prohibit outsiders from approaching.

Unfortunately, no matter how strict the defense is, there will always be fish that slip through the net...especially those who are not afraid of death.

At the table of foreign envoys, Goguryeo Prince Gao Hongxi sat in the front seat because his country's strength ranked first among all the foreign countries. Miao Yixi, who was disguised by Yu Lan, sat on the left side of Gao Hongxi, sipping his wine lightly with a blank expression.

Behind Miao Yixi was a woman in black holding a sword with a stiff face. She was Du who was disguised as Gao Hongxi's bodyguard.

Gao Hongxi is obsessed with male beauty, and Miao Yixi is responsible for his security. He would never have thought that the real Miao Yixi had died long ago. If it were not unnecessary and easy to be exposed, Lan even wanted to kill Gao Hongxi and disguise him on the ship... However, Gao Hongxi's identity is actually not suitable.

After all, the person who was going to fight Zhao Wumian was Miao Yixi.

Du Da looked at the people coming and going on the ship, and his eyes couldn't help but twitch again and again. The security lineup on this ship was such that anyone who dared to cause trouble would be beheaded on the spot. Except for Wu Kui, I'm afraid no one could escape.

Although Du was over seventy years old, he didn't want to die before he could refine a poison comparable to the Hanyu Gu. He couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp, so he leaned over, lowered his voice, and whispered in his ear: "Is this too risky?"

"In a martial arts competition, could it be that Zhao Wumian would kill the Goguryeo warrior who made friends through martial arts in public?" Lan took a sip of wine and also lowered his voice and said lightly.

Du was silent for a long time, and then said calmly: "Your words may be used to deceive others... During the sparring, if you had the opportunity to kill Wei Ming Hou, you would definitely do it without hesitation, right?"

Lan gave her a puzzled look, "If I kill you, how can you escape?"

"If you can't escape, you will die. If you can escape, you can build a bridge between heaven and earth." Du Dandan closed his eyes. "Although I use poison to assassinate, I am also a man of the world. I know that there are many people who are willing to die bravely in the pursuit of truth."

“Seeking the truth?” Lan laughed dumbly, then pointed to the opposite side and said, “The stinking Taoist priest from Wugong Mountain is sitting at that table… The words “seeking the truth” don’t suit me.”

"You are such a talker, but you are actually the best assassin in the martial arts world."

"After being in the dark for so long, you have to entertain yourself." Lan paused for a moment, then smiled carefreely and said, "Mu Li'er is also on the boat, are you looking for an opportunity to gamble here?"

Du stared at Lan.

Lan also looked back at Du.

If Lan killed Zhao Wumian, then Du would take advantage of the chaos to attack Mu Lier. Not only would the chance of success be high, but it would also create a chance for Lan to escape. But as Du said, if anyone dared to take action on this ship, except Wu Kui, basically no one would be able to escape.

With Lan's lightness skill, there is still a glimmer of hope, but what about the poison?
There is no doubt that he will die.

"You want to use me as a tool to escape?"

Lan retracted his gaze, shook the glass lightly, looked at the wine in the glass, and the setting sun was like blood, spilling into the glass, "I didn't hide it from you."

Du straightened his back and stood behind Miao Yixi again without answering.

On the Wugong Mountain side, there were two Taoists, one old and one young.

The old Taoist priest was an old Taoist priest wearing a dark purple Taoist robe, holding a teacup in both hands, with white hair and beard. His name was Guishan Zhenren. His strength was slightly weaker than Guishou Zhenren. He was only a grandmaster, not a martial arts master or a person who had achieved the unity of man and nature.

The young Taoist priest is the leader of the contemporary era, Xuanliu Taoist.

Xuanliu the Taoist had a bad start. He had heard about the chaos in Jin and intended to be a hero, so he went to Taiyuan to assist the King of Jin. However, he was defeated by Zhao Wumian in a few moves, and his Taoist heart was almost broken.

Later, he followed Gui Shou Zhenren to leave Beijing for Jin and assisted the prince in capturing Zhao Wumian alive. However, he watched Gui Shou Zhenren die in front of his eyes, and learned from Gui Shou Zhenren that all the chaos was caused by the prince. His worldview almost collapsed, and his Taoism heart was shattered.

Now a month has passed, and Xuan Liu is no longer as high-spirited as before. He now has a wine gourd hanging around his waist, a short beard, and slightly messy long hair tied up with a hairband. He seems to have aged ten years and looks more like a wanderer.

Master Guishan took a sip of tea, glanced at Xuanliu who was drinking silently, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think we should draw our swords and go out to avenge Brother Guishou instead of begging for mercy from the court now?"

Wugong Mountain chose the wrong side. This matter was not a big deal, but it was not a small one either. Considering that Wugong Mountain had served as the state religion for so many years, worked diligently, and repeatedly contributed to the royal family of Dali, and had a profound foundation, Luo Chaoyan did not intend to kill them all. He only asked them to voluntarily give up the position of state religion and return the Sheath of Reclusion, one of the Nine Bells, and the matter would be over.

Guishan Zhenren and Xuanliu traveled thousands of miles on a long journey and finally arrived in the capital last night. They did not have time to meet the emperor, so they had to attend the banquet of all nations first.

Xuan Liu sipped his wine silently, without saying a word. After a moment, he said calmly, "I cannot discuss the decision of the senior masters."

"You are the acting headmaster of Wugong Mountain. If you have any ideas, just say them directly. Suppressing your heart too much will not be conducive to your pursuit of the Tao." Guishan Taoist said slowly, "Do you want to kill Zhao Wumian?"

Xuan Liu was silent. After he drank a pot of wine, he whispered, "My uncle once said before he died that he and Zhao Wumian had to fight because of their positions. He had no personal grudge and asked me not to hate him... But whether it was a personal grudge or not, my uncle died at the hands of Zhao Wumian... I can't get over this."

Taoist Guishan smiled and took another sip of tea. "If you feel bad, then think of a way to solve it... Later, the Goguryeo warrior will fight with Zhao Wumian, but Zhao Wumian's identity is different now, so how can anyone challenge him? Even in the martial arts world, there is a rule of 'passing the door god'. You can defeat the Goguryeo warrior first, and then compete with Zhao Wumian."

"You want me to resolve the rift with him through fighting?"

"If you want to beat him up, then find an opportunity to beat him up. It's that simple. As the saying goes, simplicity is the best way to achieve success. If you look at things with a utilitarian mindset, you will end up falling behind."

Xuan Liu was silent for a moment, then nodded lightly.

But who would have thought that at this moment a contemptuous and ethereal voice was heard in their ears.

"If you can't win, won't you feel even more depressed? Don't let yourself get angry after the fight and die on the stage, blaming that Wei Ming Hou instead."

Two Taoists, one old and one young, heard the sound and looked over, and then they saw a small table next to them. A little girl in a white dress, with willow-shaped eyebrows and red lips was gently waving a round fan in one hand, and with the other hand she took a grape from the small table and put it into her pink lips, glancing at the two of them with a little contempt.

This little girl, who looks to be only twelve or thirteen years old, has a delicate and charming appearance. She will surely be a peerless beauty in the future...but now she is just a little girl.

The old Taoist priest looked around again, but didn't see the girl's elders. He was not angry, but just thought it was just a child's words. He smiled and said, "I wonder what school or sect your teacher is from?"

"Taixuan Palace, Xiao Yuanmu."

Guishan and Xuanliu held their breath for a moment, and then Guishan shook his head, "Everyone knows that Xiao Yuanmu is the most charming woman in the martial arts world. She is estimated to be almost thirty years old this year... But the style of a martial arts woman is something that little kids admire. Back then, I also thought that the evil sects were free to do whatever they wanted, and they were powerful and handsome..."

Before the old Taoist priest Guishan finished speaking, Xiao Yuanmu stuffed another grape between his lips, then called a palace maid in front of him and urged, "Bring up any delicious food and drinks you have as soon as possible. The more expensive the better. It would be a waste if you don't eat your food. Anyway, it's the court that's losing money."

The maid blinked and treated the child with the same attitude, "Each guest's meal has a recipe..."

Xiao Yuanmu took out the badge of Marquis Weiming, raised his head and chest, and said, "Why don't you go quickly?"

The palace maid's face changed immediately. She bowed quickly and left in a hurry.

Xiao Yuanmu put away his badge and was in a good mood... As long as Zhao Wumian was regarded as a spy who had infiltrated the imperial court, he could use his identity to order the imperial court's people around, eat the imperial court's food, and spend the imperial court's money. Especially... because of her martial arts, her body had shrunk, so even if she revealed her identity seriously, no one would dare to believe her. It was quite interesting.

The number one rebel against Li Fuchen was sitting in the center of the Dali court so openly and no one knew about it. When this matter got out in the future, the Dali court would become a clown on the stage.

When Guishan and Xuanliu saw the badge, their expressions changed slightly, becoming more serious. They asked in a low voice, "Who are you to Weiming Hou?"

If Xiao Yuanmu had asked this question when she first saw Zhao Wumian today, she would have burst into tears on the spot. But now that she had calmed down, she simply raised her hand and said, "Didn't I say I'm Xiao Yuanmu? Everyone knows that Wei Ming Hou can Wan Yue Xian, so it's obvious that I'm either his master or his mother."

The two Taoists looked a little uncomfortable, obviously not taking this seriously.

As they were talking, Luo Chaoyan, dressed in a dark red dragon robe and in her best attire, walked up to the stage with light lotus steps. The whole audience fell silent immediately, and then all the civil and military officials saluted.

"See Your Majesty!"

The envoys from various states also saluted, even the people from the martial arts world were no exception. Only Xiao Yuanmu sat lazily behind a small desk, glancing at Luo Chaoyan. Not to mention saluting, he was unwilling to even look at her.

However, with so many people here, naturally no one would notice a little girl like Xiao Yuanmu.

Luo Chaoyan gently raised her hand to indicate that there was no need to be polite, then she lifted the hem of her dragon robe with her bare hands and sat down behind the table. The empress dowager sat at a small table at the side, her slender waist straight, her posture upright, and her temperament elegant and noble.

Zhao Wumian followed him onto the stage, wearing a dragon robe and a sword slung across his body. He looked very dignified and stood beside Luo Chaoyan, acting as a personal bodyguard.

After all, this time the palace was leaving to host a banquet for all nations, so there was no telling if there would be any traitors. Even Zhao Wumian was nervous... Unfortunately, he didn't know that the biggest traitor was the one he had let in with his own hands.

There were only two tables behind the veil, and only the emperor and the empress dowager could sit there. Even Xu Ran, the emperor's uncle, was only qualified to sit on the side. How could you, Zhao Wumian, stand so close... Although it was reasonable for the emperor to have guards in front of him, Luo Chaoyan was a woman after all, and her gender was there, so logically the guards should be either eunuchs or women.

From this detail alone, the foreign envoys could guess that the Emperor of Dali probably had a close relationship with this Marquis Weiming, but the civil and military officials had long been accustomed to it and were not surprised.

Xiao Yuanmu looked down on Luo Chaoyan and didn't want to look her in the eye, but when Zhao Wumian stood on the stage, she immediately turned her face away and narrowed her beautiful eyes. She didn't even notice when a palace maid quickly came up to her with delicacies from land and sea.

After Luo Chaoyan said a few polite words, a gong sounded, and the chief eunuch Lao Li, holding the roster, said in a loud voice: "Rakshasa envoy, present the thousand-year-old golden statue~"

Upon hearing this, the Rakshasa envoy stepped forward, asked his men to carry the treasure box, knelt down, and briefly talked about how Rakshasa and Dali had established diplomatic relations for many years, what they had experienced in the past, and how from today on, they were still willing to be loyal to the emperor and repay the emperor's kindness.

This was a ceremony that had to be held, but one had to admit that it was very boring, so another gong sounded, and music from the pipa, guqin, jade flute, and other instruments resounded through the ship in a melodious, gentle, yet majestic tone. In order to prevent the noise from being too loud and making it difficult to hear what the envoys were saying, the sound of the music was obviously not loud, but it could be heard by everyone under the protection of internal strength.

I guess the Jiaofangsi also has its own methods of musical skills.

Dancers from the Jiaofang Bureau dressed in colorful clothes also entered the room and danced to the music. They could even dance in accordance with the envoy's instructions. Twenty years ago, there was war in Luosha Country, and the dance was sad. Later, with the help of Dali, the civil strife was quelled and the dance became lively.

The queen mother held the wine glass in her back, looking at the audience, her eyes straight ahead, and she opened her red lips slightly, "My lord, look, that little dancing girl, she has a pretty face, but she looks less than fifteen years old, she must be liked by you... Let her serve you tonight?"

This was referring to the incident in which Zhao Wumian had flirted with a strange girl and presented her with a waist badge... When talking about Xiangge's marriage, he had been saying that he would just let things take their own course, but when he saw a little girl of twelve or thirteen on the street, he immediately went over to show his courtesy, which naturally displeased the Queen Mother. Xiao Yuanmu, who was sitting several feet away from the three people, closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, and could faintly hear the conversation between the three people.

Luo Chaoyan had a blank expression on her face. She glanced at the dancer the Queen Mother mentioned, nodded calmly, and whispered, "No wonder the Marquis always calls her Miss Su. Even when he went to Jinxiufang to make clothes, he asked Qingqi to go instead... After all, Qingqi is seventeen after the New Year, and she must be the youngest woman the Marquis knows."

"Yes." The Queen Mother sighed softly, her mature and beautiful face seemed to be filled with resentment, "It is really difficult for the Marquis. In front of a 28-year-old woman like me, you have to make up stories about King Zhou and Daji to please me..."

"make up a story?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, you may not know that the stories the Marquis tells are so interesting. Hasn't he told you before?"

"Haha, I haven't heard many of the Marquis' stories, but I have heard a lot of his promises."

"Ok?"

"When I was in Taiyuan, you bought me "The Story of Bamboo Shadows" to relieve my boredom. Later, you said that you could write some stories for me when you have free time in the future. Now that I have become the Marquis of Weiming, I do have leisurely days, but I am afraid that they are all spent in the Su Mansion."

Luo Chaoyan was still looking forward, maintaining the dignity of an emperor, her eyes not looking to the side, her pink lips slightly parted. From outside the canopy, it was impossible to tell that she was speaking. But with Zhao Wumian's hearing, Luo Chaoyan didn't need to speak too loudly.

After hearing the end, Xiao Yuanmu's frosty expression eased a little, and she felt happy in her heart. The current emperor and empress dowager would actually have a quarrel just because Zhao Wumian talked to her... He was really a clown, without any bearing of an emperor and empress dowager.

But then her expression seemed a little strange... Why would the Queen Mother and the Emperor have a quarrel over this?
The mother and daughter sang in unison. Although it was oppressive, Zhao Wumian just thought that the two girls were cute... Oh, no, it was Luo Chaoyan who was cute. The Queen Mother was an elder and could not be described as "cute", but the Master could.

Thinking of Mu Lier, Zhao Wumian looked around. He had already brought Mu Lier from the Sword Sect's rudder to the ship, so she should be here too...

After a few glances, he saw Mu Lier, Luo Xiangzhu and Su Qingqi sitting at a small table on the side for princes and nobles. The three women sat together, talking in low voices with smiles on their faces. No one knew what they were talking about, but Su Qingqi seemed to be paying attention to Zhao Wumian all the time. Seeing Zhao Wumian looking at her, Su Qingqi gently waved her hand at him with a gentle smile.

Luo Xiangzhu noticed Su Qingqi's gaze and also looked at Zhao Wumian. She was not as bold as Su Qingqi. She just stretched out her little hand from the table just a palm's distance and smiled implicitly as a greeting.

Mu Lier sat cross-legged next to Luo Xiangzhu, holding a wine glass and raised her glass to Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian was itching to join the three girls' group and chat with them.

Luo Chaoyan turned around and glanced at Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian silently withdrew his gaze and acted as a guard without looking around.

Xiao Yuanmu, Su Qingqi and the other two girls were sitting at an angle in the audience, so they could see all the actions of Zhao Wumian and the three girls, so they silently looked at the three girls sitting in the audience.

She knew Mu Li'er and Su Qingqi, or had heard of them. One was the Little King of Hell of the Sword Sect, and the other was the youngest Yuan Kui. She had never seen Luo Xiangzhu, but seeing that she looked somewhat similar to Luo Chaoyan, she should not be the 'Miss Shen'.

I still haven't met 'Miss Shen' and 'The Nun of Xiao Xitian' yet, and I don't know if Zhao Wumian has any other women with whom he is entangled.

Xiao Yuanmu's chest was only slightly raised at this moment, and she didn't care about one or two. It was normal for a man to meet a few women while traveling around the world. Moreover, Zhao Wumian was already very beautiful and had superb martial arts skills. But how many of them did she know now? Among them, there was even Jiu'er's mortal enemy, the royal family of Liguo.

I asked you to restore your country, and this is how you do it?

The old Taoist Guishan and the young Taoist Xuanliu beside them felt their hair stand on end and cold sweat pouring down their bodies for some reason, but they looked around blankly and found nothing.

Zhao Wumian didn't know that Xiao Yuanmu, whom he had been thinking about day and night, was watching him from the audience. He looked up at the sky, and estimated in his heart the time when Mu Lier's poison would take effect... Generally, the poison would take effect at midnight, but by the time this process was completed, it would definitely be nightfall, and after nightfall there would be various singing and dancing performances, as well as martial arts competitions.

If he could deal with Miao Yixi quickly, he might still be able to take care of his master before midnight... although Mu Lier was now suffering from the poison and would not let him see it at all.

The sun sets and the moon rises. There is no cloud tonight. The stars adorn the bright moon. The lights on the ships are lit. The moonlight shines into the lake, making the whole scene peaceful and tranquil.

The bright moon rises over the sea, and people all over the world share this moment. I wonder if Guan Yunshu and the girl in purple are also looking up at the moon.

While Zhao Wumian was pondering, the process was finally completed. At this moment, the palace maids in colorful clothes were carrying various delicacies and shuttling back and forth. The atmosphere on the deck suddenly became relaxed.

After nightfall, Mu Lier quietly got up and returned to the cabin, fearing that the poison would take effect prematurely if something unexpected happened tonight.

Luo Xiangzhu and Su Qingqi also stood up to accompany her.

Zhao Wumian leaned forward slightly and whispered to Luo Chaoyan, "I'll go check on Master first. Can someone call me for the duel later?"

The hot air exhaled by Zhao Wumian while he spoke made Luo Chaoyan's little ears a little red, and she nodded slightly.

"Will the Queen Mother come with us?"

"If His Majesty doesn't leave, I naturally cannot leave at will." The Queen Mother shook her head slightly.

Zhao Wumian nodded. Xu Ran was still waiting, so he was not too worried about Luo Chaoyan's safety. He immediately held his sword and prepared to leave. However, just as he took two steps to the side, a voice came from the audience calling him.

"Is Marquis Wei Ming planning to flee without a fight?"

The tone was calm and there was no provocation in it, but the words were indeed too 'unemotional'.

The whole place was silent, and all the civil and military officials frowned slightly. They looked up and saw Miao Yixi, disguised as Yu Lan, standing on the stage with his hands behind his back. He raised his head slightly and looked at Zhao Wumian behind Luo Chaoyan with an expressionless face.

He had no interest in this so-called banquet of all nations and didn't want to waste any more time.

Luo Chaoyan and the Queen Mother on the stage looked even uglier.

The Queen Mother frowned and said, "This is a bitter cold land, and the barbarians have no manners or laws..."

These words were not oppressive at all, and Gao Hongxi's eyes twitched when he heard them, but he was in the wrong, so he could only bear it.

Gao Hongxi had never expected that his guard was so bold as to speak like that. He immediately stood up from his seat and yelled at Lan, "How dare you! Is Wei Minghou a coward? Do you have the right to speak here? Why don't you get back here..."

Before he finished speaking, Lan turned his head and glanced at Gao Hongxi indifferently. That indifferent look, which was completely different from the past, made Gao Hongxi's legs go weak on the spot, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he immediately shut up, and cold sweat instantly wet his clothes.

Xiao Yuanmu in the audience took a look at Lan and found his move interesting. Moreover, this person's strength... seemed extraordinary.

Are there such masters in the Goguryeo world?

Xiao Yuanmu had just arrived in the capital and did not know about the assassination of Zhao Wumian in Wuchang City, so he did not guess for a while that this person was actually an imposter.

The Poison Eye beside Gao Hongxi saw that everyone's attention was attracted by Lan. He was silent for a moment, a little hesitant, but finally left quietly and took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms.

In the bottle is a poisonous insect that can smell the Tang family's cold poison.

Zhao Wumian looked at Miao Yixi and vaguely realized that this person seemed different from that night. However, being provoked now, he naturally had no reason to be afraid of a fight. He took a few steps forward, stepped over the plan, and raised his hand to lift the veil of the canopy.

Xuan Liu frowned and was about to step forward, preparing to fight Lan and act as a door god, but the Taoist Guishan next to him stopped him and stared at Lan with a look of doubt and uncertainty, "You are no match for this Goguryeo man."

Xuan Liu was stunned, "How can we know if we don't try?"

Gui Shan shook his head slightly, "Forget it. He is openly provoking Zhao Wumian now. If you go forward, it will be against the rules..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Cekai, who claimed to be Zhao Wumian's good buddy, stood on the stage in a flash, blocking between Lan and Zhao Wumian, and bowed slightly.
"I am Yuan Kui Shen Cekai. Marquis Weiming is almost the same age as me, but he is a pillar of Dali. How can anyone challenge him? According to the rules of Dali, if you want to challenge a martial arts master, you must first defeat the gate god... Why don't you defeat me first?"

Prime Minister Shen Yiwen sat beside Xu Ran and nodded slightly. Although this move was not his suggestion, it was to his liking... No matter how arrogant and unreasonable Goguryeo was, Dali had to show the demeanor of a great country. What was there to be angry with this tiny country?
But Xu Ran beside him looked at Lan and whispered, "Your son shouldn't be on the court."

Shen Yiwen was slightly stunned. "No matter what, Cekai is still the leader. It's impossible for him to lose so badly, right?"

Xu Ran shook his head slightly, a little surprised in his heart. In fact, he had never taken this so-called Miao Yixi seriously, but now after taking a closer look, he realized that this person's martial arts skills were definitely not low. Although he didn't know who was stronger between him and Zhao Wumian, he was not someone Yuan Kui could challenge.

At the very least, we need a leader like Guan Yunshu to fight.

Lan was preparing to have a serious fight with Zhao Wumian today. He was not a warrior from Goguryeo and did not follow any so-called rules or etiquette. Therefore, he looked at Shen Cekai, acted like a man of the world, and said nothing, but just asked calmly: "Are you ready?"

Shen Cekai was slightly stunned. He first bowed to Luo Chaoyan, the Queen Mother, and Zhao Wumian, and then looked at Lan and asked, "What weapon do you use?"

Lan shook his head slightly, "Bare hands are enough."

This sounded arrogant, but Shen Cekai didn't want to win unfairly by relying on weapons, so he clenched his fists and got ready.

All the civil and military officials around nodded secretly. No matter whether they could win or not, at least Shen Cekai had a good demeanor.

The palace maids who were carrying food trays around hurriedly stepped back to make room, and someone immediately placed a weapon rack on the ring, with all kinds of swords, spears, swords and halberds.

Zhao Wumian frowned, and the Queen Mother pulled at the corner of his clothes, "Come back, let this nephew of yours avenge you."

"I'm afraid this isn't a question to vent your anger..."

Before Zhao Wumian finished speaking, there was a light "swishing" sound, and Lan's feet stepped lightly on the ground. The whole person was like a ghost, casting a dark shadow in the moonlight, spanning a distance of several feet, and instantly appeared in front of Shen Ce's face.

Shen Ce opened his eyes in surprise. He had not expected Lan's speed to be so fast. He almost instinctively punched towards Lan.

The wind is blowing strongly and with great power.

Lan had a blank expression on his face, his body bent down, and his fist just brushed past his shoulder. Then Lan took light steps and leisurely stood beside Shen Cekai. He twisted his waist slightly, raised his right hand slightly, as if holding a dagger, and with the force of the rotation, he lightly wiped Shen Cekai's neck. Then he took another step forward, passed Shen Cekai, and his body changed smoothly from "bending" to "standing upright" and looked at Zhao Wumian.

Blood dripped from his fingertips.

Shen Cekai froze in place, feeling a sharp pain in his neck.

Lan didn't take Shen Cefang seriously at all. He bypassed him and interrupted Zhao Wumian's words, saying lightly: "Weiming Hou's door god is not very strong, but as long as Weiming Hou doesn't let me down, it's fine."

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Because I've been having a writer's block lately, updating is like being constipated.

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