The unexpected reunion with Ji Yuqing put Fu Jingtao into a dilemma. He suddenly discovered that the willpower he had always been proud of was useless. Although he tried desperately to bury that peerless face deeply, but if he didn't pay attention,

She came to mind again.

He did not tell anyone about his meeting with Ji Yuqing and Meng Baiyi.

After all, Shushan Sword Sect is one of the most powerful opponents of Xuanyuan Sect.

He couldn't guarantee whether the masters of the aristocratic family would suddenly attack the two of them under the pretext of exterminating outside thieves. Who asked you to visit the Shushan Sword Sect dishonestly? It's normal to be mistaken for a traitor from the evil sect of the Demon Sect!

Having seen Zhao Guangyi's methods, he is well aware of the cruelty and ruthlessness of the world. Sometimes it seems absurd, but it is the best excuse to hide the truth.

He must never let Ji Yuqing be put in danger.

Returning from Hot Spring Valley, I sent Zhao Liu off first, and then returned to my temporary residence.

The sky turned dark and it was time to prepare for dinner. All the disciples had put on brand new outfits, looking majestic and energetic. They did not yet know who their opponents would be tomorrow, and the situation of the match would not be announced until the ceremony began.

The atmosphere at the table was slightly tense and solemn.

Fu Jingtao and Hu Feng both appeared, which immediately caused the expressions of the young people to fluctuate. Some sneered, some envied, some were jealous, and some frowned.

Fu Jingtao didn't bother to pay attention to the strange looks from others, and squeezed next to Luo Zhengyang, Su Jing and other acquaintances, grabbed the bowls and chopsticks and began to eat. While eating, he shook his head and said: "Accompanying Mr. Zhao to climb mountains and wade in rivers is more tiring than practicing kung fu.

If it's several times higher, I might as well stay at home and compete with you."

Luo Zhengyang chuckled and said: "Boss, you are still tired when you have Junior Sister Hu accompanying you on the sightseeing tour? Why don't you invite me to sit down with you?"

Fu Jingtao was having a headache because of Ji Yuqing, and gave the boy a warning look: "Eat honestly, no one will think you are dumb!"

Su Jing said playfully: "Third brother, everyone secretly says that Junior Sister Hu is your nemesis. In terms of cultivation, she is at the fourth level of the middle level; in terms of martial arts, she is a direct descendant of the Hu family; in terms of fighting spirit, the Fiery Phoenix is ​​famous

Ling Yun, you are good at all kinds of weapons and techniques, but they are of no use to Junior Sister Hu."

Fu Jingtao said: "Whether you are your nemesis or not will only be known after a comparison. In fact, everyone is of the same level, and performance on the spot is the key."

Su Jing said: "Don't be so pity for me that you give up the throne of number one to others!"

Luo Zhengyang nodded like a fool: "That's right! I only obey the boss, no one else can!"

Ye Huayu's warning flashed through Fu Jingtao's mind, and his heart sank slightly, and he sighed: "Just do your best in everything, and don't be too obsessed with the results. As long as you have no guilt or regrets, it doesn't matter even if you lose temporarily! If I were King Chu Ba

, will not kill himself in Wujiang River, and should recruit troops and horses to fight the world again!"

Su Jing, Luo Zhengyang and others couldn't help but be stunned. Why did Fu Jingtao's words sound like he was losing confidence?

Luo Zhengyang slammed the table and said in a deep voice: "Boss, is someone threatening you?"

Fu Jingtao said angrily: "What do you want to do with such ferocity? Your courage has become fat and your wings have become stiff?"

Luo Zhengyang gritted his teeth and said: "Boss, the battle in the arena depends on everyone's ability. If someone wants to do evil in secret, we can't give in! At worst, the table will be turned over and we will tear each other up, and no one will get any advantage!"

Fu Jingtao shook his head and said: "Zhengyang, no one is threatening me. I just want to say that victory or defeat is a common thing for a military strategist. You must be calm and peaceful. Don't misunderstand me."

How could Luo Zhengyang believe this? He exchanged doubtful looks with Su Jing and others, and a layer of gloom passed over his heart.

In the south of Lingyun City, the "Sihai Home Inn".

Standing by the window and looking out, a series of lights spread along the long street, illuminating the mountain city and reflecting the bustling flow of people. Only the vague outlines of the distant mountain peaks can be distinguished.

The girl Mosuo held the porcelain vase in her hand with a smile on her face. She let the cool night breeze blow on her face. She did not conceal her inner joy and said softly: "Uncle, three hours have passed. Xuanyuanmen has not done anything unusual. I

I told you he would not betray us!"

Meng Baiyi poured himself another cup of tea and said helplessly: "Yu Qing, even if his character is acceptable, he is not even a disciple of the Xuanyuan inner sect. How can he be worthy of Princess Shushan? I advise you to forget him.

Bar!"

Ji Yuqing suddenly said: "Uncle Master, how is the martial arts of the Magic Spear and Rock Eagle?"

Meng Baiyi straightened his waist and said solemnly: "Yan Ying swept across the rivers and lakes with the Blood-weeping Demonic Spear. He has superb stabbing skills with one hand. He has the air of a master at a young age! In less than ten years, this boy will be the leader of the Demon Sect!"

Ji Yuqing said softly: "Then do you know? When he first saw Yanying, he was able to kill the blade of the Bloodweeping Demon Spear with one strike!"

Meng Baiyi took a breath of air: "He was able to withstand Yan Ying's boundless murderous intent and break the gun with one sword?! Why did Jiang Lie send such a talented person to water the flowers in Hot Spring Valley? Strange, strange!"

A hint of annoyance suddenly flashed across Ji Yuqing's eyes, and she gritted her teeth and said, "He would rather carry water than go back to Shushan with me. It's really hateful!"

Meng Baiyi smiled and said, "How about I kidnap him secretly?"

Ji Yuqing's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Meng Baiyi said: "Fake! With Jiang Lie's fiery temper, how could he tolerate me kidnapping his disciples?"

Ji Yuqing pouted her mouth and said distressedly: "What should we do?"

Not far from Sihai Home Inn, in a small and simple bungalow.

The lights are like beans and the light is dim.

A young man with short hair sat at the table, carefully picked up the last grain of rice, put it into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it. He put down the clean rice bowl and chopsticks, sat quietly for a moment, then pulled out the slender iron sword and used

Wipe carefully with a clean cloth and be meticulous.

After wiping the iron sword, he laid it across his knees.

He held the hilt of the sword with one hand and gently stroked the blade with the other. As his true energy spread, the sword suddenly trembled gently, as if it were alive, and made a low chirping sound.

The blade trembled, scratched the skin, and a stream of blood flowed out.

Feed the sword with blood.

Nourishing the soul with Qi.

People and swords are like one.

Where the sword is, the man is alive; when the sword dies, the man dies!

In another corner of Lingyun City, the quiet mansion was heavily guarded, with cold blades reflecting the light, and a tall warrior standing with a gun.

The study room is brightly lit and the copper stove is fragrant and warm.

Zhao Guangyi sat high behind the table, his eyes seemed to be closed, listening to Yun Zhonghou reporting the progress of various matters one by one, his face was as calm as ever, and he could not see any fluctuations in his heart. Li Changjing was writing furiously on the other side,

The tip of the pen rustled as I quickly took notes.

After Yun Zhonghou finished speaking, he lowered his hands and stood respectfully uneasily.

Zhao Guangyi slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as lightning, and said: "So, no one found any doubts or loopholes?"

Marquis Yun Zhong said: "Yes! Only Zhao Su was hiding in the Hundred Soldiers Hall and couldn't make a move."

Zhao Guangyi tapped his fingers on the table and asked, "Chang Jing, what do you think?"

Li Changjing put down his pen and muttered: "What is true is false, and what is false is true. Only by combining false and true can you confuse the opponent. Leaving Zhao Su without killing him is a clever move."

Zhao Guangyi nodded and said: "Chang Jing's words make sense! Whether Zhao Su lives or dies does not matter, but watching the ceremony is related to the future of our Song Dynasty, so it is the most important thing. Yunzhonghou, you have to clearly understand the priorities."

Yunzhong Hou said hurriedly: "My lord, please rest assured, everything is ready, just waiting for the good show to begin."
Chapter completed!