Murong Qianfan's face changed and he said, "No! Don't! You are a strong man in the upper level of Lun Guang, so you can't use me to try it out."

Qiu Hong did not answer and remained silent.

Zhao Hanyu frowned and said, "What should I do now? It's lively, but the people I want to see are not seen, which makes me sore all over and delays cooking time."

Murong Qianfan said, "Why are you in a hurry? The Mid-Autumn Festival will be in a few days, and you can see enough at that time. However, people are coming for you. Have you ever thought about how to deal with it?"

Zhao Hanyu shook his head and said, "I don't know, and I haven't thought about it."

Murong Qianfan was a little anxious and said, "They are already here, and you are still pretending to be calm. Did the National Master and the Palace Master not tell you anything?"

Zhao Hanyu suddenly felt a little depressed, and he shook his head again, and stopped speaking.

Murong Qianfan looked at the two of them and they both turned into wood. He was helpless and had to stay silently with him.

......

......

"Huh? Teacher, why are you here?"

A surprise voice came from the palace gate, and the three of them were stunned.

The three of them turned their heads, and a red shadow had already rushed to the front of the three of them to stand still, with a surprised smile on their faces. It turned out to be the princess of the demon clan Xinyan.

When Zhao Hanyu saw Xinyan, he smiled on his face. He touched Xinyan's head and asked, "Do you feel stuffy when you live in the palace?"

Xinyan smiled and shook her head, and replied, "If you are so angry, I will come to Luofeng Academy. The capital has been much calmer recently, and I will not be subject to any restrictions if I think about it."

Murong Qianfan suddenly interrupted and said, "Your Highness, on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, Qingxu Villa held a night banquet. Will you attend?"

"Of course I will participate." Xinyan opened her big eyes and looked at him strangely, "I am a student of Luofeng Academy and will definitely attend with the teacher."

"Hmm? What night banquet?" Zhao Hanyu was a little confused.

Qiu Hong stood aside, looking confused.

Murong Qianfan glanced at the two of them with contempt, and then said to Zhao Hanyu: "Every time this happens, you become a real idiot!"

He scolded Qiu Hong again, "So too! After spending time with him for a long time, his mind has shrunk?!"

Qiu Hong's face darkened and she said, "I met thirty-seven times and was trampled on one hundred and forty-six feet!"

Xinyan listened to the conversation between the two and felt confused.

Zhao Hanyu couldn't help but make a "puke".

Murong Qianfan shook his whole body, shook his hands and said, "Okay, okay, that's it. It was confirmed at the beginning of the year that the disciples of the Yuhuang Sword Sect entered Beijing on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival to compete for the inheritance of the Taoist sect and participate in the next year's World Conference. Therefore, the National Church is scheduled to hold a banquet on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, invite all representatives of the sects and academy to participate, and initially establish a candidate for heirs."

Xinyan nodded to show that she was correct.

Murong Qianfan added: "On that night, representatives from all walks of life gathered in Qingxu Villa. Those who were interested in fighting for inheritance would show their talents at the night banquet, and even fight with each other. Several respected elders in the venue praised the high and low reputation. This night banquet was crowded, and I heard that the disciples of the Sumeru Academy were invited to watch the ceremony, but everyone knew it well, that is, you and Yuhuang disciples were just fighting."

Qiu Hong suddenly asked, "Is Su Yang coming from the second of the seven swords of Yuhuang?"

Murong Qianfan was not aware of the situation, Xinyan said, "Here you come, four of Yuhuang's seven swords are here, and he will lead the way."

Qiu Hong raised his eyebrows, the muscles on his cheeks twitched, and his fists clenched, making a "click" sound.

Zhao Hanyu patted his shoulder lightly and advised: "Don't worry, there is still half a year left for the World Club, and it's time."

Qiu Hong pondered for a moment and nodded slightly.

Xinyan said again: "But there is something strange. The Yuhuang Sword Sect launched their master disciples to compete with the teacher, but this person is in the future. I don't know what's going on."

The three of them were stunned when they heard this, what?

The candidate was not present?

What's the situation?

Was he sick or injured?

Is he lacking confidence or is he guilty and stage frightened?

What is the reason for this?

None of the parties involved came...

Then why are you competing for?

What other feast is there?

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Deep in the Qingxu Villa, there is a quiet and independent courtyard.

Everyone in the Yuhuang Sword Sect was placed here by the imperial court.

While Zhao Hanyu and the other four were discussing, the second disciple Su Yang came to ask for a meeting at the entrance of Yu Zhenzi, the elder of Yuhuang Sword Sect.

Yu Zhenzi asked Su Yang into the room, closed the window and door, and then said with a smile: "It's hot at noon. If you don't rest in the room, what are you doing here?"

Su Yang bowed to the elder solemnly, and then said, "Just just now, the disciple thought about it for a long time in the room, but there were still some things that were not clear, so he came to ask for advice from uncle master."

Yu Zhenzi sat on the couch and smiled and said, "What are you confused about? Let's hear it."

"Yes." Su Yang paused and said, "We came to Beijing this time to help the senior brother inherit the Taoist throne. However, at the welcoming ceremony, no one of the National Cultivation was present. The disciples asked, "Does the National Cultivation do not want to see the senior brother participate in the competition, so they expressed their dissatisfaction with this move?"

"Yeah, you said."

Su Yang thought for a while and continued, "Before the master went into seclusion, he had a conversation with his disciples and asked him to follow the opinions of his senior brother, and..." He hesitated in his heart and could not continue to say anything.

Yu Zhenzi showed a little anger on her face, but her tone was still calm and gentle, and she said, "Your master calls me uncle. Do you think you should listen to him or me?"

When Su Yang heard this, he felt panicked and said quickly: "Disciples do not dare to disobey Master's uncle, but..."

"Hmph! Say!"

Yu Zhenzi waved her sleeves and snorted clearly.

Su Yang thought for a moment, felt aggrieved, and plucked up the courage and said, "Before going down the mountain, the senior brother disappeared for no reason. The disciple had a deep conversation with him and knew that he was in a difficult situation. Therefore, during the journey and after arriving in Beijing, the disciple was always nervous, not knowing whether it was right or wrong to come here to participate in the competition. I would like to ask my uncle for advice!"

After saying that, he looked scared and knelt down.

Yumako couldn't help but be furious.

He was about to scold him, but a voice in his heart kept gently dissuading him: calm, patient.

He thought about it, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a gentle voice: "Get up and talk."

After hearing this, Su Yang's fear subsided. He said sincerely, "Thank you uncle." Then he stood up.

Yu Zhenzi was silent for a while, changed into a kind face and said, "What you said just now makes sense, but we must consider the sect's foundation for the generation. Speaking of your senior brother, with his talent, knowledge, character, and ability to coordinate, all meet the requirements of the Taoist sect. Although he is young, he is already famous in the East. The aristocratic families of various sects have a high evaluation of him. If you don't think of him as a second person, he will definitely be famous all over the world in time. This shows that he is enough to be a national teacher."

Su Yang lowered his head and replied, "Disciple understands that senior brother is not the only one who can do."

Yu Zhenzi nodded, expressed his approval, and then continued: "Although the Eastern Sect is strong, it is located in a corner and has never been favored by the Taoist sect and is unable to get involved in the national religion. If your senior brother succeeds this time, it will not only be the honor of the Yuhuang Sword Sect, but also the honor of all the entire Eastern Sects. Therefore, my uncle Zizhu and I have always insisted on coming to seize the throne, and I have a slight difference with your master."

Hearing this, Su Yang did not dare to interrupt, so he could only continue to explain.

Yu Zhenzi knew what he was thinking and continued: "The Lord of the Taoist Sect has been passed down to the Jingyang Sect for three generations in a row. Jingyang Sect has been the leader of all sects in the world for thousands of years with the power of the Taoist Sect. This is the fundamental reason why your master is afraid of. However, the national religion is the national religion of the Taoist Sect, the national religion of the world, not the national religion of any sect. Therefore, when I come here this time, I do not want to ask for guilt from which sect, but to participate in the competition properly, so that my master is famous."

Su Yang thought about it and almost burst out of his mouth, but he forced himself to endure it and swallowed it back.

"I know, you think Hongming doesn't want to get involved in this vortex, and you don't want to confront us old guys head-on, so you don't say goodbye without saying goodbye and want to make this miscarriage of the entry into Beijing to seize the throne, right?" Yu Zhenzi's eyes are sophisticated and experienced, and she has long seen through Su Yang's worries.

"Hongming is good at everything, but his face is still a little thinner and he is unwilling to show up. He is confused!"

Su Yang was startled and asked, "Uncle Master, why do you say that Senior Brother is confused?"

Yu Zhenzi looked angry and said in a deep voice: "Why is he willing to leave and fight for the sect with such a great opportunity to gain a face for himself and win glory for the sect? Isn't this a confusion? Where is he putting the future of the sect?!"

Su Yang was stunned for a moment, and there was no conclusion in his heart. He had to ask, "Uncle Master, what should I do now?"

Yu Zhenzi changed her smile and said, "Even if Hongming has not come to Beijing, we must strive for this position for him, so that he can't avoid it. In the end, he will still have to shoulder this burden and let the Yuhuang Sword Sect shine in the world."

He paused and said, "Don't have any worries. I and your uncle Zizhu are here to decide. You obey orders. If your master is held accountable in the future, I will take responsibility for you. Humph! The Jingyang Sect will scare your master to death. How can such cowardice be carried forward by Yuhuang Sword Sect?!"

When Su Yang heard the elder get angry, he didn't dare to argue even though he was offended by his master.

Yu Zhenzi thought for a while and said, "At the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, if anyone dares to challenge your senior brother's qualifications, you will appear and win the battle. First, prove your senior brother's cultivation. For the rest, there are a few old guys, you don't have to worry about it."

Su Yang breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that as long as I did this at the night banquet, it would be simple. You only need to grasp the importance and avoid hurting others. Even if the senior brother is dissatisfied afterwards, he would not blame me too much.

Thinking of this, Su Yang felt relieved and asked, "Does Uncle Master have any other instructions? If not, the disciple will go."

Yu Zhenzi glanced at him and said, "It's okay, go ahead."

Su Yang bowed and turned around and walked out of the room, unable to help feeling relaxed.

Yu Zhenzi sat on the couch, her eyebrows gradually frowned.

He was not as relaxed as he showed on his face when the questions raised by Su Yang were already a little worried.

Thinking of the news from Kunlun Sect before arriving in Beijing, King Duan's attitude became a little ambiguous and difficult to understand, he became even more vigilant.

If he only relies on the eldest son of the emperor, would he have this ability? Is it reliable?

King Duan really wants that person to return to Beijing? Why is that? Could it be that he is going to give up Kunlun Sect?

Yu Zhenzi thought a lot, a shadow flashed through his heart, and his once firm confidence began to hesitate.
Chapter completed!