Xuanxia

Chapter 822 Sword Language
Capital city, early morning, Fu's residence.

This mansion, which was awarded to Fu Qingzhou by the emperor and once belonged to a certain idle prince, is no longer in ruins.

After a few months, it had become a standard mansion.

Servants came and went, guards guarded the gate, and the house looked prosperous, with flourishing flowers and plants and new walls and tiles.

Yuan Ziping, Fu Qingzhou's former coachman, was now dressed in gorgeous silk clothes, with a stern face and walking in the courtyard with big strides.

"Butler Yuan!"

"Butler Yuan!"

"Butler Yuan!"

When all the servants, maids, and guards around saw him, they all stopped, bowed, and called out to him.

The coachman Yuan Ziping is now the housekeeper Yuan Ziping.

He stood with his hands behind his back, without responding to any greetings, but walked quickly across the courtyard, deeper into the house, and finally arrived outside the study, pushing the door open and entering.

Inside the house, there were yellow talisman papers scattered all over the floor.

Qiu Chan sat behind the desk, with dark circles under her eyes, holding a pen and constantly writing and drawing on talisman paper. There was a large bowl of pills next to her. After writing a talisman, she would throw it aside. When she felt tired, she would grab a pill and put it in her mouth.

Tang Jiao squatted on the ground, picked up the scattered talisman papers, sorted them and put them into different bags.

Seeing Yuan Ziping push the door open, Qiu Chan raised her head, her tired eyes slightly focused: "Old Yuan?"

Tang Jiao's eyes lit up as well: "What's going on?"

"Something's not right."

Yuan Ziping didn't say anything, and said in a deep voice, "The Sword Academy has suddenly closed its doors, refusing entry to outsiders. I heard that even the students were locked up in the dormitories and not allowed to leave."

"In addition, the gates of Mingjian Pavilion were also tightly closed. Before that, many people on the street saw a large number of secret envoys rushing back to the pavilion..."

"besides."

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "There is still no morning court this morning... but a lot of officials have entered the palace just now, and they all seem to be officials from aristocratic families."

Upon hearing this, Tang Jiao and Qiu Chan's faces turned pale.

"Where's Mr. Yue?"

Tang Jiao stood up and remained calm: "Did he send any news?"

"No." Yuan Ziping shook his head and said, "He is very close to the Yuan family now. He hasn't sent us any messages for some time. Will he..."

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

Tang Jiao interrupted him and said calmly: "Mr. Yue is the brother of the eldest brother and will never turn against him. It's just that it's inconvenient for him to pass on the message."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to Qiu Chan: "Sister Qiu Chan, in your opinion..."

"The Xuanmeng Grand Ceremony will inevitably change."

Qiu Chan put down her pen, her voice a little weak, that was also due to fatigue: "After we finish preparing, we will leave."

Tang Jiao pursed her lips: "Brother will never..."

"Whether it will happen or not, it's not up to you to decide, and it's not up to me to decide." Qiu Chan interrupted her and raised her eyes, her gaze calm and firm: "If he can come back, he will come to find us."

The two women looked at each other in silence.

"it is good."

After a while, Tang Jiao nodded vigorously: "Let's speed up! Uncle Yuan, you come too!"

After saying that, she squatted down again and began to pick up the talisman papers on the ground.

Yuan Ziping sighed, responded, and prepared to squat down as well.

At this moment, there was a cry of surprise suddenly coming from outside the house, followed by the sound of a gust of wind. Then, it seemed that something hit the ground outside the house heavily, causing the ground to tremble slightly!
The three of them were all shocked and no longer dared to delay. They put down their work and rushed out of the study one after another.

I saw a sword appear on the ground outside the study room.

The sword's blade was straight and hard, shining with a cold metallic luster, with clear edges and corners, and a high-spirited aura, firmly nailed into the floor tiles.

Some of the servants and maids around were looking at the sword with lingering fear, looking frightened.

"what happened?"

Yuan Ziping asked in a deep voice: "Where did the sword come from?" "Yuan, Steward Yuan."

A servant said in a trembling voice: "Just now, just now this sword suddenly flew from the sky, and then, it fell here..."

Yuan Ziping was somewhat surprised and suspicious.

He looked at the sword and thought for less than a second before deciding to step forward and draw the sword. But before he stretched out his hand, he heard Qiu Chan calling from behind, "Old Yuan, don't touch it."

Yuan Ziping was startled and stopped with his hand half extended.

"This sword..."

Qiu Chan narrowed her eyes: "It gives me a feeling that it is very similar to the sword of virtue on Qing Zhou. Is it one of the eight swords of the kingly way?"

"Eight Swords of the Kingly Way?" Tang Jiao and Yuan Ziping were both startled: "What is that?"

They did not go to the Xuanmeng Ceremony, so it was impossible for the news from there to reach here so quickly. Fu Qingzhou had done a very good job of keeping it secret, so they naturally did not know about it.

Qiu Chan shook her head: "Don't ask for now, there must be a deep meaning behind the appearance of this sword."

She glanced at Tang Jiao and said, "If it's not for you, then it's for me."

Tang Jiao nodded slightly.

At this critical moment, a sword suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of their study. It must be something very important to them.

"I'll go first."

Qiu Chan said softly, and walked forward: "Maybe it's Qing Zhou..."

As she spoke, her hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword.

The next moment, a huge impact force came towards her, causing her to retreat several steps!

"..."

Qiu Chan looked down at the blood on her palm and sighed, "It seems it wasn't me."

As she spoke, she raised her head, her eyes became somewhat complicated, and there was a kind of inexplicable anger.

"Then... is it for me?" Tang Jiao was stunned and stepped forward to grasp the hilt of the sword.

hum!
This time, the sword shook slightly, and a light breeze blew, blowing up the hair and clothes of the people around.

It’s really for Tang Jiao.

The complexity and anger in Qiu Chan's eyes turned into loss.

But then, she heard the voice of an...old man coming from the sword.

"Ahem, pay attention, this is not a message from Fu Qingzhou, this is not a message from Fu Qingzhou."

Qiu Chan heard the voice: "?"

Tang Jiao was delighted: "Master!"

"My disciple, you should have guessed it. This is a message from the master to you."

The voice coming from the sword was Qingsongzi's. However, unlike the previous playful and carefree voice, his tone this time was full of emotion and vicissitudes: "If nothing unexpected happens, by the time you see this sword, your life will have already been given to you."

"What?!" Tang Jiao was shocked, and tears instantly covered her eyes.

Qiu Chan was also shocked: "Qingsongzi will die? How is this possible?"

The voice on the sword was still saying, "Don't be surprised. I have lived for decades in vain. Whether I live or die is of little significance in this world. But your senior brother... Alas."

"Let me be frank. Kid Fu is now staying in a very far place, so far that he will definitely not be able to come back in a short time. Although I, as your master, am 99% sure that I can wake him up this time, he needs to reach the Cave Heaven Realm at least to leave that place. During this period of time, he can't do anything."

"Apprentice..."

In the sword, Qingsongzi's voice sighed: "You can only rely on yourself."

Hearing his words, Tang Jiao and Qiu Chan were silent.

They frowned, looked at each other, and saw deep worry in each other's eyes.

"Although I am not good at fortune-telling, I did tell a fortune before leaving Langhuan Mountain."

Qing Songzi's voice gradually faded away: "Go find someone first, someone who once promised to help you... With his help, you can... have a chance to leave the capital... find a way... to return to Langhuan..."

(End of this chapter)