Thinking of the white silver, Zhang Heling showed a very grateful expression on his face, and even ignored the anger on Zhu Houzhao's face.

After a while, he sighed and said regretfully: "It's a pity that the winning rate is too low now. If you pressed one thousand taels of silver, you can't even earn fifty taels of silver. If you had known that you would have been more at the time of paying one in three or one."

It was when Zhu Houzhao almost couldn't help but beat Zhang Heling up, but a carriage came rippling, and cheers burst out from the crowd, saying, "The old senior of the Northern Sword King is here. Haha, last year, I saw him defeating the Divine Sword of the Capital with one sword. A few years ago, he fought against the three major sword hands in the capital with one force, and there is another good show today."

"There is nothing to pay attention to this year. Ye Chunqiu is a coward. At first, he thought he was a powerful character. He didn't expect that before the old senior took action, he obediently wanted to surrender. It's true."

"It is said that he cried and begged all night, and the old senior King of Beidi Swords did not see him."

"Are you going to cry? If you don't kneel down and beg for mercy, wouldn't your three-legged cat beg for fear of his pants by Senior Zhu?"

"But it may not be." Someone also spoke for Ye Chunqiu: "That top scholar is fair to the White Lotus Sect, these are all real skills."

"You believe this kind of war report? I have brothers who work in Tianjin Weizhong. They were also the sect bandits who suppressed Tianjin back then, but they returned in a great defeat. Guess what, they claimed the victory, and they said that the thief army was defeated and killed countless thieves."

When Zhu Houzhao heard these clamors, her lungs were so angry that she thought that she could not reveal her identity, she had to have a gloomy face and not make a sound.

But he raised his eyes to look at Zhu He, who was known as the King of Swords in Northland. Seeing him wearing white clothes, he slowly walked onto the school stage with his sword in his arms, his expression calm and composed, as if he was not here to fight a sword, but to go out for an outing. Faced with the pursuit and applause of many people, he was not moved. When he arrived at the school stage, someone put a cushion for him. He just looked around, and there was a sense in his eyes. He immediately sat down and knocked down his eyes, and ignored the outside world.

A true master's style.

Although Zhu Houzhao was a little disliked by this person, he couldn't help but be impressed by his fairy-like and peerless master's character.

So the school was in full swing. Seeing that Zhu He was coming, Ye Chunqiu was still missing, so he couldn't help but become noisy. Instead, Zhu He, the victim, was still alive, just staring tall with a steep eyebrows and a rock-steady sitting high, wearing white clothes without wind, making life feel like a worshipful heart.

"Why haven't Ye Chunqiu arrived yet? The old senior of the Beidi Sword King has arrived. Is he a young junior still pretending to be an air?"

"Hmph, I'm afraid I don't dare to come. If I had known this, why should I go back to the beginning?"

Zhu Houzhao was also anxious to wait. Ye Chunqiu really hid? If he hid, it would be too disappointing. He would not lose to others if he lost. Even if he lost, what's the point, but he didn't even dare to come.

The sun is getting bigger and many people are sweating profusely, but Ye Chunqiu is still missing, and many people are cursing.

Zhang Heling, the Hou of Shouning beside Zhu Houzhao, smiled and said, "Haha, I know that Chunqiu is far worse than Senior Zhu. Senior Zhu is a swordsman who is invincible in the world. In his life, countless people have been defeated by his sword. Young Master, look at Senior Zhu's calm appearance. People are just here to play and play. Chunqiu is my noble man. The villain is very grateful to him, but he is sure to lose. Look, he dare not come."

Zhu Houzhao was also very disappointed and didn't know what to do for a moment. She wanted to return to the palace, but she felt it was rare to come out, but it was not interesting to stay here.

Until the sun was noon, someone finally exclaimed: "Here, come"

But a boy walked through the door hole of Dongzhimen. He was wearing a white-washed Confucian shirt on his head, and his feet were wearing green cloth shoes. The most ridiculous thing was that he had a very long Japanese sword hanging around his waist. Unfortunately, he was just a fifteen-year-old boy and was not too tall, so the Japanese sword swayed around his waist, which always felt dazzling.

He walked very slowly, like an ordinary young scholar, with a handsome face and a gentle pursing of thin lips, but in everyone's eyes, it seemed like he was concealing his weak heart, and many people whispered in a low voice.

"He is Ye Chunqiu?"

"So thin"

"How dare you follow Senior Zhu"

Ye Chunqiu turned a deaf ear to all kinds of sounds, and he slowly walked onto the school stage.

Zhu He, who was sitting on the cushion and waiting patiently, had already opened his eyes at this time, just glanced at Ye Chunqiu, and then grew up.

Everyone held their breath.

At this time, Ye Chunqiu came forward and saluted Zhu He: "I have met the old senior."

Zhu He smiled on his face: "I thought the top scholar was not coming, so I have been waiting for a long time. Since the top scholar has come, then"

Ye Chunqiu shook his head stubbornly and said, "Actually, the students came to cancel this sword fight. Senior Zhu is a master of swordsmanship that students have always respected. What kind of virtue does the students have? How dare they compete with the seniors? Senior, please forgive the students."

As soon as these words were said, countless people started to scold. What is the reason? You don’t compare? Do you think this is a joke?

If you are afraid, you are afraid. But you still have to say this so seriously. It is really outrageous.

Among the crowd, a man in a simple dress stood with his hands behind his back, but the two powerful guards of Kong Wu betrayed his identity, and this person was Caohuangzhong.

Jiao Huangzhong came early in the morning. How could he let go of such a good show easily? Seeing that Ye Chunqiu did not dare to fight Zhu Hejian, he sneered and couldn't help shouting: "How can the top scholar, how can he go back on his word? Are you not afraid of being teased?"

Zhu He didn't care. He glanced at Jiao Huangzhong from the bottom of the school stage from the corner of his eyes, but smiled slightly, and said to Ye Chunqiu: "Zhuangyuan Gong, since there is an agreement, there is no reason to cancel it. You must know that the arrow has to be fired on the string. Zhu is shameless and wants to ask Zhuangyuan Gong for advice."

Zhu He spoke very beautifully, but naturally received cheers from the whole hall.

He approached Ye Chunqiu, but his lips moved slightly. The following words said to Ye Chunqiu: "Are you scared? It doesn't matter, I won't take your life, I just broke one of your legs. You are not lucky, offend someone you shouldn't offend, so what if you indulge you as the top scholar? That's the way of the world."

Others could not hear his words, but Ye Chunqiu was clearly heard.

Ye Chunqiu raised his eyes and looked at Zhu He, but saw Zhu He looking at him lightly, with only the eyes that looked at him full of murderous intent.

To be continued
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