I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 156: Wanting to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with it, but it doesn’t look the same. Young man travels

"It turns out that if these naturally noble people are killed, they will also die."

As the clouds in the sky rolled away, Luanxiu's sword, stained with lightning from the Tiangu magical power, came rushing over and hovered beside Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian gently stroked the hilt of the sword, a hint of reluctance in his eyes, and then flicked the sword lightly, and this famous sword passed down from generation to generation fell into the scabbard and disappeared.

The entire North City Garden became extremely quiet.

Countless pairs of eyes fell on the stage and on Chen Zhian.

The sword energy was high in just a moment, and when Chen Zhian's sword light poured down, the head of the Lu family, Lu Qinghe, hesitated slightly, and Lu Shengxuan was killed by Chen Zhian's sword light. It was a clean and clean kill without any hesitation.

Almost everyone had questions in their minds about the scene on the Panchi stage.

The painter in black clothes killed the genius of Uehara Lu's generation?

This seems a little unreal.

But Chen Zhian killed him.

He looked at Lu Shengxuan's body on the Panchi Stage from afar, without any regret in his heart.

If Lu Shengxuan could wield the Chixue Sword, he would have already revealed his righteousness to Chen Zhian.

If he had such righteousness and held the sword without knowing the truth, Chen Zhian would not kill him.

If the righteousness in his heart could really make him give up the sword, Lu Shengxuan would not have died.

So Chen Zhian asked him twice and gave him two chances.

However, Lu Shengxuan had already guessed the truth in his heart, but he still chose to turn a blind eye and put Yun Ting to death.

At this point, the righteousness in him no longer existed.

If Chen Zhian lost, Lu Shengxuan would definitely kill him.

Even if he did not practice evil skills, once he got involved in the dye vat of the Shangyuan Lu family, he would eventually become a figure like Lu Haihui and an enemy of Chen Zhian.

Ever since Lu Haihui sent Zhao Qiongshan to kill him, and a few days ago at Panchitai, he wanted to use his divine power to kill him. There is no room for easing between him and the Shangyuan Lu family, and they have long been mortal enemies.

Chen Zhian was unwilling to show mercy.

To spare the enemy's life is to show weakness.

not to mention……

Chen Zhian slowly raised his head and glanced at Lu Qinghe and Lu Haihui.

Lu Qinghe lowered his head and closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

His expression was calm, but the flow of air behind him suddenly became faster, as if a silent storm was brewing.

Lu Haihui's eyes were cold but calm as he stared at Chen Zhian, like a pool of stagnant water with no bottom to be seen.

But in this calmness and indifference, the look he gave Chen Zhian seemed to carry a hint of madness and bloodthirstiness, and others would probably be horrified when seeing it.

Chen Zhian doesn’t know how to do that.

He looked directly into Lu Haihui's eyes, his eyes were stubborn, as if to say...

It turns out that even a naturally noble person like Shangyuan Lushi would die if he was killed.

Then, where exactly is your nobility?

This result seemed to echo Chen Zhian's previous questioning.

At this time, Lu Qinghe slowly opened his eyes and looked deeply at Chen Zhian.

The head of the Lu family just sensed Qin Wenzhuo's astonishing fighting spirit and hesitated a little.

The result was that Lu Shengxuan died.

Even with his level of cultivation, he could not understand human nature. He could not have expected that Chen Zhian would be so crazy as to dare to kill him, a member of the Shangyuan Lu family.

There was no ripple in his eyes, but only a vortex was gathering.

It is not easy to cultivate a Lu Shengxuan.

Even for the Shangyuan Lu family, it would cost a lot, take up a lot of time, and require countless materials for cultivation.

After more than twenty years of hard teaching, Lu Shengxuan was about to become independent, but he died on the Panchi Stage, which was worthless in Lu Qinghe's eyes, at the hands of a mere painter.

It's not worth it.

more importantly……

Chen Zhian won!
Yun Ting doesn't have to die!

But before that, the price paid by Shangyuan Lu family could no longer be recovered.

Even paid a heavier price.

All this was beyond Lu Qinghe's expectations.

The clouds on the Panchi Terrace, carrying with them the flashes of heavenly drum lightning, completely dissipated.

But the sword intent that Chen Zhian just had seemed to come from the clouds.

The extremely terrifying Nine Heavens magical power.

And the magical celestial drum of Taoism...

All of them gave the spectators a profound shock.

This Chen Zhian, Chen Sijia, is an expert in both poetry and painting. He won first place in the Pu Yu Tai not long ago. What was the other first place?

It’s the intention of the sword!
But what is he doing today?
He controlled the sword, illuminated the sword's intent, and used his supernatural powers to kill the Lu family's recognized sword genius with his sword!

Practicing sword and saber together?
Moreover, whether it is a knife or a sword, Chen Zhian's talent seems to be extremely high, and he has learned a lot in both.

The sixteenth floor of Wangxing Palace.

Li Zhuqiu and Li Bodu both held the railing tightly and stared at Chen Zhian downstairs.

After a long time, the father and son suddenly looked at each other with complicated expressions, and it was unknown what they were thinking.

On the seventeenth floor, which is higher up, Duke Anguo's eyes seemed to be filled with surprise for some reason. Ripples appeared in his dark pupils, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

The interest in the Imperial Master's eyes grew stronger.

Then... the North City Gardens gradually became noisy.

Many people were whispering in amazement.

"Well, why didn't you say that your fellow countryman is so amazing."

Several senior brothers and sisters from Guiyun Room surrounded Shen Haohao.

Shen Haohao was also a little scared and could only force a smile at them.

She thought she understood Chen Zhian.

But every time she was frightened by Chen Zhian just like these senior brothers and sisters.

"Master, this Chen Sijia has no master. Since we are from the same hometown, if we can accept him as our disciple..."

Liang Wenjun, the owner of Guiyun Room, smiled bitterly.

With Chen Zhian's talent, I'm afraid the Guiyun Room cannot accommodate this giant Buddha.

What's more... after Chen Zhian killed Lu Shengxuan, he became a thorn in the eyes of the Shangyuan Lu family, and even the six surnames of Dayu, and the aristocratic families of the world.

Even if Chen Zhian really wanted to become her disciple, she might not be able to afford it.

Wei Lingyu, Xie You, Wang Zhiwei and other famous noble families mentioned on the Young Tiger Monument were completely silent.

Wei Lingyu pursed her lips tightly and breathed heavily, but her eyes did not fall on Chen Zhian, but on the body of Lu Shengxuan.

Chen Zhian is of low status, but he actually dares to kill people?
The person killed was a person like Lu Shengxuan!
For a moment, Wei Lingyu suddenly remembered the many conflicts between her and Chen Zhian.

Today, if it was Wei Lingyu who was on the stage, would Chen Zhian kill her?
"Maybe will."

Wei Lingyu looked up at the Wangxing Palace.

A sage once said that life and death are determined during a fight, and life and death are determined after a fight, so don't seek revenge for personal reasons.

With this sentence, Chen Zhian was not punished by the court, and if the aristocratic families wanted to kill him, they could only use some dirty means.

However, neither Qi Tianchong, who had the cultivation level of Yuque, nor Zhao Qiongshan, who had reached Xiantian Perfection, could take Chen Zhian's life.

Now it’s good…

Chen Zhian went to East Street, which was only two streets away from Qin Wenzhuo's residence.

Qin Wenzhuo just needs to be careful, and he is afraid that ordinary cultivators of good fortune will not be able to kill Chen Zhian.

After all, Qin Wenzhuo of Dayu is a true strong man, and even if you look at the whole world, he can be regarded as a peerless figure.

Otherwise, he would not have dared to scold Duke Anguo several times.

Among the five great governors of Dayu, Qin Wenzhuo's own cultivation ranked first, and no one could shake him.

It was precisely because of his cultivation that when Lu Qing and the head of the Shangyuan Lu family attacked just now, they saw the fierce fighting spirit in Qin Wenzhu and hesitated a little. "So... that night when Zhao Qiongshan went to kill him, everyone thought that there was a sword master hiding in Chen Zhian's courtyard, protecting Chen Zhian.

Now it seems that the swordsman who killed Zhao Qiongshan was actually Chen Zhian holding Luanxiu. "

Wei Lingyu gradually understood. She lowered her head to think, and when she raised her eyes, an even stronger murderous intent gushed out.

This Chen Zhian must die.

Every day he lived, he grew a little bit, until he became a gigantic monster.

Only then, he might become a true God.

……

There are many characters in the North City Gardens, each with his own thoughts and ideas.

Until the young eunuch in purple came to the railing and said loudly: "The saint has ordered that the contest has been decided."

With just one simple sentence, the numerous lights on Wangxing Palace were extinguished.

Chen Zhian returned to Qin Wenzhuo's side.

Qin Wenzhu nodded at him and said sincerely, "Thank you for your hard work."

Lu Zhujun and Zheng Xuanze's faces flushed red, with excitement and relief in their eyes.

A person like General Yun Ting doesn't need to die.

Their trip to Xuantianjing was not in vain after all.

The four of them ignored the countless looks, went down the pavilion, and rode away on horseback.

"Let's go pick up Yunting."

Qin Wenzhuo took the three young men and went straight to the Dali Temple.

The Dali Temple Minister, who was also on the sixteenth floor of Wangxing Palace, hurried downstairs and rushed towards his own yamen.

When he entered the Dali Temple, he saw Qin Wenzhuo in the main hall with his hands behind his back and his back to the door.

Three young men, including Chen Zhian, who killed Lu Shengxuan, were standing in front of the door.

Inside the door... Lu Heyan, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, was bowing to Qin Wenzhuo.

Qin Wenzhu glanced at him sideways...

Then, he suddenly struck out with a palm without any warning.

With this palm, the true energy surged like thunder, and an unimaginable force turned into a huge wave, bringing up thick blood.

The surging true energy seemed to be mixed with some extremely mysterious magical power. It fell down like a mountain on the body of the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple.

Click!

The bones of the Dali Temple Shaoqing made a crisp sound, and his chest suddenly collapsed. A stream of blood spurted out suddenly, and he knelt on the ground.

Qin Wenzhuo's palm was too skillful!
It was taken casually, but it looked like a mountain falling.

However, such terrifying power did not leak out at all, and landed precisely on the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple who was from the Shangyuan Lu family.

The Shaoqing of Dali Temple fell to his knees with serious injuries, but the stone bricks under his feet were not damaged at all.

"You should be thankful that Yun Ting is alive, and you should also be thankful that you are wearing this official robe."

Qin Wenzhuo said calmly, "If it was you, Shangyuan Lu, who won today, and Yun Ting died, you would have no chance of survival."

Lu Heyan lowered his head and dared not say a word.

Dali Temple Minister Zhang Zhiyuan gave a wry smile and walked into the main hall.

Regards and courtesy.

Qin Wenzhu just shook his head slightly, looked at the three people and waved.

"Go to the death row and bring Yun Ting out."

With someone leading the way, the three men went to the death row.

Chen Zhian had been there once, but it was the first time for Lu Zhujun and Zheng Xuanze.

When they saw the cold and damp death cell and the countless bloodstained torture instruments, they did not react much.

But when they saw Yun Ting, who was covered in scars and skinny, and the three people trembling, something in their eyes seemed to go out...

They sacrificed their lives and shed their blood on the frontier to stop the Dali barbarians and their iron cavalry and cloud eagles.

How could a general who had made great contributions in the past be tortured into this state?
It’s a pity that many things in the world cannot be explained by the word “reason”.

In the Dali Temple, Qin Wenzhuo looked at Yun Ting's brow.

He frowned and snapped his fingers lightly.

Chen Zhian vaguely saw a divine image of a celestial general appearing behind Qin Wenzhuo, and then the divine needle popped out from Yun Ting's brows, who was filled with fear, and fell to the ground.

Chen Zhian picked up the Soul-Snatching Needle and could vaguely sense the evil energy flowing through it.

Yun Ting seemed to be much more relaxed without the restraint of the Soul-Snatching Needle, but also seemed extremely uncomfortable and fainted.

Lu Zhujun carried Yun Ting on her back, and the few of them walked out of the Dali Temple.

Suddenly a storm came.

The autumn storm has once again entered Tianjing, gently swaying the osmanthus flowers on the trees.

The tiny petals fell like rain, filling the city with fragrance.

Qin Wenzhuo, who was originally riding a horse, suddenly pulled the reins and looked towards a tavern on the street.

In that tavern, the fragrance of osmanthus was extremely strong.

The governor of the five northern states took out the money he carried with him and took out a few taels of silver, which fell into Zheng Xuanze's hands.

"I'll treat you to a drink today."

Zheng Xuanze drank several kilograms of wine.

Originally, he was going to go to the mansion awarded to Qin Wenzhu by the imperial court.

But Zheng Xuanze was greedy and looked at Chen Zhian, so it was natural for him to come to Chen Zhian's courtyard.

There is such a happy event today.

Chen Zhian cooked for the third time.

Bai Jian enjoyed the meal very much.

Qin Wenzhu drank the osmanthus wine that had just been poured.

“I have traveled 30,000 miles around the world, and my favorite is osmanthus wine.

The osmanthus wines from different places are also very different.”

"Dayu's osmanthus wine has a strong aroma and a slightly weaker taste, probably considering the tastes of those literati."

"There is no osmanthus in Dali, but there is osmanthus wine produced in other countries. Usually only the princes and nobles can enjoy it. The taste is mellow, but because it has been transported for many days, the fragrance of the osmanthus has dissipated a lot."

"Daqian's osmanthus wine... is stained with blood and tastes terrible."

Qin Wenzhuo spoke a lot, which was rare.

As he spoke, he gently touched the white hair at his temples, as if he was recalling his youth.

But now, he has quietly grown old.

Even though he was not old, the weight of the world weighed on his shoulders, making him no longer the same young man he once was.

I want to buy osmanthus flowers and put them in the wine, but it doesn’t look like the time when I was young…

Yun Ting is still sleeping soundly.

The autumn breeze is cool.

"You can't go back to the North."

He suddenly said to Zheng Xuanze and Lu Zhujun: "Emperor Zhaofu summoned you here to see if you have the talent to hold the seal and let you join the competition."

"So you can't go back to the North."

Zheng Xuanze and Lu Zhujun were shocked.

Qin Wenzhuo shook his head slightly and pointed at Chen Zhian who was cooking in the kitchen.

"He's here to hold the seal."

"Why don't you give him a hand?"

"Killing the corrupt members of the aristocratic family is a pleasure for young people, just like Fu Long."

(End of this chapter)