"ah!"
"Zhou Jianlai, I love you!"
"Zhou Jianlai, you created a legend!"
The moment Zhou Jianlai walked out of the Wusheng Tower, the emotions of the crowd under the tower were ignited again, and they burst into enthusiastic screams and cheers.
Zhou Jianlai stopped on the stone steps in front of the Holy Tower and raised his right fist to salute the cheering crowd.
With a happy smile on his face, he enjoyed the warm cheers and adoring eyes.
"I am Qin Xingjian, a descendant of the Qin family. I have been waiting for Young Master Zhou here for a long time. I want to ask him for the sword of the great ancestor of my family, the Sword of Light. I hope that the young master can fulfill the centuries-long desire and long-cherished wish of the Qin family members."
Qin Xingjian's untimely voice sounded. Although the words were drowned out by enthusiastic cheers as soon as they came out, they just happened to reach Zhou Jianlai's ears.
Zhou Jianlai's eyes fell on Qin Xingjian.
When people saw Zhou Jianlai and Qin Xingjian's eyes colliding, they all stopped talking. They couldn't suppress their nervousness and anticipation, wanting to see Zhou Jianlai and Qin Xingjian compete.
Zhou Jianlai shook his head at Qin Xingjian and said, "I already said that day when I was performing at the Ministry of Etiquette that I got the Sword of Light based on my ability. Anyone who wants it can get it based on their ability. But don't say anything high-sounding." To me, it makes me laugh."
"That's right, Young Master Zhou drew the Sword of Light at Wanjiang Pavilion based on his ability. You are taking it for granted by simply saying that the Taizu of Qin's sword is going to be returned."
"When the Bright Sword was inserted in the Wanjiange Sword Tomb, you Qin clan members were not seen pulling out the sword, nor were you asking for it from Wanjiange. Now that Mr. Zhou has pulled it out, you are blocking the door and asking for the sword. It is clearly Bully the weak and fear the strong!”
"Master Zhou, teach him a lesson and let him retreat when faced with difficulties."
Zhou Jianlai gained a large number of admirers. When they heard Qin Xingjian asking Zhou Jianlai for the Sword of Light, they immediately sarcastically helped Zhou Jianlai to angrily attack Qin Xingjian.
Qin Xingjian's expression was calm. It seemed that his ability to withstand the situation had improved after Zhang Xiaozhu and Niu Dawa vomited blood.
He ignored the noise in his ears and said to Zhou Jianlai: "But if there are conditions, Mr. Zhou can put it forward. The Qin clan will do their best to meet the request of Mr. Zhou, and they are willing to form a family relationship with Mr. Zhou's family. "
"Not interested." Zhou Jianlai shook his head and refused without thinking.
Qin Xingjian seemed to have expected that Zhou Jianlai would refuse. He was just a little disappointed before he regained his composure, cupped his hands towards Zhou Jianlai and said, "In this case, Qin can only be offended."
After that, without further words, he directly drew the sword out of its sheath.
His momentum suddenly increased, and the man and the sword seemed to merge into one for an instant, and the sword soared into the sky with an astonishing power, reaching straight into the sky.
He had been preparing this sword under the tower for a long time.
The crowd gathered under the tower felt the sword energy of Qin Xingjian rising into the sky, and they all showed shock. Only then did they realize that Qin Xingjian's sword was extraordinary.
"Then Zhou will give me a sword!" Zhou Jianlai raised his hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword behind his back.
Wow!
As soon as this statement came out, the crowd was excited.
During this period, what they talked about the most was Zhou Jianlai's sword. When they heard Zhou Jianlai say that he wanted to accompany him with a sword, they immediately understood that Zhou Jianlai wanted to defeat Qin Xingjian with one sword.
They were excited to see the power of Zhou Jianlai's sword.
"Private fights are prohibited in the college." A disciplined student reminded in a low voice, but his mouth was immediately covered by the people around him.
The crowd dispersed voluntarily, making way for the two of them.
Zhan Aotian stood in the tower and looked at Zhou Jianlai's back. He found that the Master was right, Zhou Jianlai indeed had no cultivation level.
He slowly closed his eyes, trying to feel Zhou Jiancai's sword and kendo, and wanted to know how Zhou Jiancai fought with the help of the Wusheng Tower.
"My sword should have the power of glory!"
Zhou Jianlai spoke slowly, and the sword of light came out of its sheath, stabbing Qin Xingjian with a joyful clang.
Zhan Aotian suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky, but because he was standing in the tower, his sight was blocked and he could not see the sky.
However, he has clearly felt that there are wisps of weak power falling from the sky, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, and instantly converge on Zhou Jianlai's sword of light into a majestic force like a stormy wave.
What surprised Zhan Aotian even more was that Zhou Jianlai's sword move actually made him feel happy, just like the excitement and satisfying sense of glory he got after challenging the master on the bronze plaque and winning.
Not just him, but everyone who saw this sword felt inexplicable joy, and some even fell into beautiful memories.
Zhang Xiaopou, who was watching the battle in the crowd, also felt the glory he received after returning triumphantly from the battlefield.
when!
The two swords clashed, and Qin Xingjian's sword flew out.
He was stunned.
Zhan Aotian in Wusheng Tower looked at Qin Xingjian with great sympathy.
Just now, he was envious of Qin Xingjian's wiseness. Zhou Jianlai drew the sword in one step and would not be unable to draw the sword like him, but now he is not envious, because losing the sword and being unable to draw the sword are both embarrassing, and the former is even more embarrassing. Accept some.
Zheng!
Zhou Jian returned the sword to its sheath, looked at Qin Xingjian who had lost his soul, and said: "Your sword obsession is too deep, you have too many burdens, and the sword is very painful."
After speaking, he walked forward.
"Where is my sword?" Zhan Aotian asked after chasing him out of the holy tower.
"Remember to draw your sword next time." Zhou Jian said back.
"——" Zhan Aoqian had to give himself a slap in the face, secretly scolding himself for being a bitch and humiliating himself.
Seeing everyone looking at him with extremely shocked expressions, Zhan Aotian hurriedly fled into the holy tower.
He ran up to the ninth floor of the Holy Tower in one breath and asked Nan Fengtian, "Have you felt his sword skills?"
Nan Fengtian squinted his eyes slightly, with a faint smile on his face, nodded and said, "I feel it."
"Where did he borrow the power of this sword?" Zhan Aotian asked curiously.
He only felt that the power came from the nine heavens, but he could not feel what kind of power it was.
"Go, go, go -" Nan Fengtian suddenly waved his hand impatiently and said, "Be quiet and don't disturb me from reminiscing about the good old days. I think back to those days, when I wore white clothes and was better than snow, with both civil and military skills, I don't know how many young women were fascinated by me..."
Zhan Aotian looked at the obscene smile on Nan Fengtian's face, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: "This is not the way of swordsmanship, it is clearly turning into a magic method."
Under the Wusheng Tower, Dong Yifeng, the official of the Ministry of Rites, saw that no one was challenging Zhou Jianlai anymore, so he quickly walked out of the crowd, stopped Zhou Jianlai and said, "General Zhou made Dong wait, but it's worth the wait, otherwise how could he meet General Zhonglang?" Such extraordinary grace."
"Master Dong——" Zhou Jianlai quickly greeted him and asked with a smile: "I wonder what you want me to do?"
"By your Majesty's order, I came to ask General Zhou Lang about his birth date." Dong Yifeng replied.
"What do you want me to do for my birthday?" Zhou Jianlai asked in surprise.
"Haha, Dong was in a hurry and forgot to inform General Zhou about the happy event first." Dong Yifeng said with a smile.
"Happy event?" Zhou Jianlai became increasingly confused.
"Congratulations, General Zhou, on your marriage to Miss Du's family." Dong Yifeng said.
"——" Zhou Jianlai was stunned.
Just listen to Dong Yifeng continue to say: "Your Excellency, Mr. Right Prime Minister, has personally sent Miss Keyi's birthday sticker to the Ministry of Etiquette. Only the birth date of General Zhou Lang can be used to deduce good or bad luck in numerology, giving the two of you a far auspicious day to get married."
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding crowd suddenly exploded.
This news almost shocked them more than when they saw Zhou Jianlai knocking down Qin Xingjian's sword with one strike.
After Zhou Jianlai digested it for a while, he asked: "Can I refuse?"
"This is the marriage appointed by His Majesty," Dong Yifeng said.
"It's a big matter of marriage, don't dare not tell your parents -"
Dong Yifeng interrupted Zhou Jianlai's excuses and said: "Your Majesty said that he has obtained the consent of Zhou Langjiang's mentor, so Zhou Langjiang can get married without any worries."
"Master?" Zhou Jianlai trembled when he heard this, and asked in surprise: "Has master come to the imperial capital?"
He had not seen Wei Guogong since leaving Yancheng, so when he suddenly heard the news about Wei Guogong, he was both surprised and filled with joy.
"Dong is not sure about this." Dong Yifeng shook his head and replied.
Zhou Jianlai frowned and said nothing.
If his parents agree to the marriage, he may not necessarily comply, but if the master agrees to the marriage, he will agree.
The stakes here are too great. His parents are shallow and may not be able to see it, but Master Wei Ziyan must see it clearly.
Du Keyi is a disciple of a saint. If her saint master does not ask about her marriage and she agrees to the marriage, then everything is easy to say.
But if her saintly master does not agree to the marriage, then once he and Du Keyi make a marriage contract, it will be tantamount to provoking or even insulting the authority of the saint, and what awaits him will definitely be disaster.
And he felt that the reason why Su Hanlin decided to marry him and Du Keyi was to provoke Du Keyi's sage master, which was equivalent to openly pushing him towards the sage's knife edge.
If so, why did Master agree?
Zhou Jianlai couldn't understand.
"General Zhou Lang?"
"oh"
Dong Yifeng's inquiry interrupted Zhou Jianlai's meditation.
"With such a good marriage, do you still need to hesitate?" Dong Yifeng asked with a smile.
Zhou Jianlai scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I'm not hesitating, I just forgot what day I was born."
He didn't dare to agree hastily because he suspected that his master had never come to the imperial capital at all. This was Su Hanlin's plan. He wanted to use him to drag his master into this battle against the saint, so he could only find an excuse first. .
"Huh?" Dong Yifeng said suspiciously.
"I really forgot, because I haven't celebrated my birthday since I was five years old." Zhou Jianlai said nonsense.
"In this case, Dong can only go back empty-handed to recover." Dong Yifeng was very disappointed.
"I'm so sorry."
"Farewell."
"Brother Zhou" Zhang Xiaozu stepped forward to greet Zhou Jianlai.
"Has my master come to the imperial capital?" Zhou Jianlaifu asked expectantly as soon as he saw Zhang Xiaopou.
"I don't know." Zhang Xiaozu shook his head.
"Is the old man still living at home?" Zhou Jianlai asked again.
"exist."
"Let's go home, I want to see the old man."
(Some readers reacted that the recent plot was too scattered and bland, so they thought, well, I can only pinch it)
